Tuesday, July 27, 2010

The view on a life from the top of a roof




little children snuggle
under soft black stars
and if you look into their eyes
soft black stars
deliver them from the book
and the letter and the word
and let them read the silence
bathed in soft black stars
let them trace the raindrops
under soft black stars
let them follow whispers
and scare away the night
let them kiss the featherbreath
of soft black stars
and let them ride their horses
licked by the wind and the snow
and tip-toe into twilight
where we all one day will go
caressed with tenderness
and with no fear at all
their faces shining river gold
washed by soft black stars










and angels' wings shall soothe their cares
and all the birds shall sing at dawn
blessed and wet with joy
you and i will meet one day
under the
night sky
lit by soft black stars.















Pics taken on the roof of the frat house a few friends of mine are and live in.










A few friends and a special one... I will horribly miss.

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