lying in the grass
at the mid of night
looking at the sky
tally points of light
I was so in love with you
you playing your guitar
and we passed away the time
sing and counting stars
only counting stars
only counting stars
it seems a waste of time
depending who you are
only counting stars
Venus Moon and Mars
put them in a jar
counting counting stars
it seems so long ago
but always in my mind
it's somewhere I can go
to leave the world behind
and when I catch my breath
I travel back so far
to the places that I left
where we were only counting stars....
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
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