stars

Late night,
Mid October,
Laying there,
My back on the dew covered ground,
A pillow of grass underneath my head,
My nose chilled by the light wind,
Coyotes howl in the distance,
Frogs croak goodnight to their families,
Owls coo to each other,
Bats swoop over my head,
Silver stars glistening above,
Sparkling with light,
Twinkling with laughter,
Smiling from ear to ear,
Dancing with the moon,
Thousands of miles away,
I can feel their joy,
Warming me on the inside,
Kissing each other with their silvery white lips,
Watching the world from their high pedestals up in the sky,
Knowing that everything is alright,

Late night,
Mid October,
Laying there,
My back on the dew covered ground,
A pillow of grass underneath my head,
My nose chilled by the light wind,
Coyotes howl in the distance,
Frogs croak goodnight to their families,
Owls coo to each other,
Bats swoop over my head,
Silver stars glistening above,
Sparkling with light,
Twinkling with laughter,
Smiling from ear to ear,
Dancing with the moon,
Thousands of miles away,
I can feel their joy,
Warming me on the inside,
Kissing each other with their silvery white lips,
Watching the world from their high pedestals up in the sky,
Knowing that everything is alright,
For them

She comes awake, not quite too soon,
and throws her blue silk
all the way up high.

She spins across the silver moon
And giggles as she throws
the stars into the sky.
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This poem came from the "and giggles as she throws/ the stars into the sky" line. I'm not sure about the first stanza, so any comments/help would be appreciated! Thanks!

I hum to myself as i set myself down on the porch
last one left
dad forgot me
its ok
i can stand to wait.

My eyes adjust to the night
its interesting how the sky gets lighter as the stars emerge
and the skyline gets darker in contrast
i wonder how long it will take my dad to get here
the coldness creeps.

I have a certain song stuck in my head
i notice with pleasure that every time i sing it
it gets a little higher
im thrilled to see how i long i can keep singing it
eventually i stop.

I stopped because i heard a sound
like a step of a creature
maybe if im silent
it will come closer
nothing sounds
so i hum again.

When i start humming again
a different tune
i hear the noise again
i continue to sing
maybe thats why it stopped last time
except all the noises happen in different places
and me sitting in a curtain of light cannot make out what the creature is.

My creature was the falling leaves
I drowned in the echoing loneliness that followed.

Pin holes in the cloth of dreams,
Diamonds on jet black silk.
To each star its own legend,
To each its own tale.

Have you ever seen the stars dance at night?
How they shift and join?
Have you seen them glitter and glow.
I have seen them make a little bear.
And the wild bobcat.

I have seen them fall from the sky
I have seen how they wish to touch the earth.

Part Two!! Read my blog to see previous ones. <3

The girl lies in the glittering bed-like snow, moving her arms and legs to the rhythm of the angels' wings. The snow forms to the sound, and she stands up and steps away to admire her work. As she wanders back into the house, she hears the phone ringing in a distant part of the house, the refrigerator mumbling and gurgling, the dryer sucking away the moisture from newly laundered clothes.

As I lay under the stars
Without the sound of cars
I think about the girl next to me
I don’t have to see
For her face imprinted in my thoughts
Her touch hoping for lots
In the grass we lay
Wishing we could every day
Time passes without thought
Bugs fly free uncaught
Thoughts unsaid
Constantly being fed
With feelings that teach
Understood without words or speech

On the way from school, I stumbled on a rough and broken road...
but beneath my feet, instead of snow, was grass that no one sowed...
upon that path my foot fell, and upon that dainty curb...
I heard the merry twinkle of a star i had not heard...

And low I gazed upon the spot of broken road to mend...
and saw into the distance that the road there seemed to end...

I could wish upon a shooting star and listen to the wind blow it to the gods.
I could wait upon a distant hill, and count the hours chasing cars.
I could catch a butterfly by its wings and listen to it scream.
I could catch my breath and stop to watch everything.
Simplicity is not meant for the simplest of minds.
Complexity is meant for us, who live our life by time