the southern cross
Posted in Poetry | By tim |
As the burning heat of day gives way
to the burning heat of night
I gaze up into a sky filled with
twinkling southern lights
And at the centre of the cross I see you
outlined against the sky
Each single pretty feature portrayed
perfectly in my mind‘s eye
For a moment, we can touch,
Feel our souls aligned
I can glimpse your smile and hear you laugh
Then we are gone, no stars to find
Sleep has come – my mind at rest
Now I drift and dream of when
Tomorrow comes and we can,
by night, glimpse ourselves again.
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