Sondraís Poetry

 


Starlight


Quiet falls the night.
And Iím a little tired,
a little chilly,
as the only light falling
is that from the sky.
In the silence
I feel lonely,
banished from the world
until you touch me
so softly
in the moonlight.
I feel shivers
seeing your hands
their color contrasting
against my skin.
I look toward the sky
to count those lucky stars,
ask a question or two
but, the night is passing.
No matter.
Iíll substitute your eyes
for the stars.
Hopefully, weíll fall asleep
at the same time.


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