Stars in my eyes, still I could see you had me in yours.
When my rising star fell too soon, my gaze fixed by then on your bright eyes, I found myself right where I had always been.
And it was then that I allowed myself to know, to really know, what I had always known: that you, my sun, were soul source and inspiration.
When my falling star begins to rise, would that your bright eyes be fixed then on me. Oh, that you might find yourself here, right where you have always been.
Stars in your eyes, can you still see I have you in mine?
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Wonderful poem as always.
John
a most beautiful, inspiring poem...sigghhhh, perfectly penned
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
Sandie May Angel
Good write.
Love, Bonnie
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