I'm Looking Up At The Stars
Framed bright starry diadems
Bathing the sky in floods of living light
Forming glittering gilded gems
Twinkling rays in the night.
Treasures from the twinkling ray
Sweetly down the void they float
Brightly sparkling on the veil of day
Through many a melting note.
The stars are the jewels of the night
Silent as if they watch the sleeping earth
Lying in the gutter startled by the sight
Of the glistening tapestries girth.
I'm lying here wistful
Looking up at the stars
Encompassed by the celestial
Twinkly, dewy, silver polestars.
poem by Hazel Connelly
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