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Gazing At The Sky
As I lie upon my rooftop, gazing at the sky
The only thing my mind will wonder is why, why, why
Why are there no birds soaring through the sky
The only thing my eyes can spy are black bats dashing by, doing the things they do
Why is the Moon so bright tonight
Perhaps to keep me stirring and gaping at the blue
As I lie upon my rooftop, gazing at the sky
Listening to the sounds of the night while time goes slowly by
The night sky is a wonderful thing that will remain until after I die
The night sky is a story written by the stars
Images from long ago come to me from afar
As I lie upon my rooftop, gazing at the sky
I can feel the moisture in the air and though it is cold, I continue to glare
I stare toward the east where the sun is soon to rise
I stare toward the east where the brightest star does lie
And I hear the rustle of the leaves as they dance in the breeze
As I lie upon my rooftop, gazing at the sky
The tiny twinkling lights are like a million fireflies
The night sky is a canvas with hues of black and white
It tickles all my senses. It’s such a wondrous sight
It whispers “Come and play, ” but I know I don’t have too much time before it wilts away
As I lie upon my rooftop, gazing at the sky
The stars begin to fade anew and the sun begins to rise
This feat does cause me pain, for I cannot see this artwork again
I cannot see this portrayal once more until the sun goes down
As I lie upon my rooftop, gazing at the sky
I realize I have had no sleep as the sun glitters in my eye
The bright beams of the brilliant sun streaming in my face
So different than the moonbeams dancing slowly place to place
As I lie upon my rooftop, gazing at the sky
I hear my stomach rumbling like a freight train passing by
The smell of bacon as it sizzles penetrates my nose
As the promised taste of pancakes makes me get up on my toes
As I stand here in the kitchen, hungry as can be
I could eat a herd of horses or a flock of geese, you see
But instead I’ll just have pancakes and bacon on the side
And then I’ll try to get some sleep until the night again arrives
poem
by
Tyler Wood
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