Thursday, March 19, 2015

A Ghazal for the Stars

A Ghazal for the Stars

A planet’s wandering under the stars,
At night I’m pondering under the stars.

A cup of hot tea puts her mind at ease,
While quietly sitting under the stars.

In the dense dark of night an owl takes flight,
She’s silently winging under the stars.

Main Street’s empty, there’s no cacophony,
And no cars are jostling under the stars.

A dog who’s roamed finds himself a new home,
There’ll be no more hunting under the stars.

There is a stream in life and in our dreams,
It’s peacefully flowing under the stars.

My name’s Wilson, I’m in my last season,
Before dawn I’m walking under the stars.



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