The clouds have scared the stars away
And I am left alone.
So I weave above my head
A thousand of my own.
They run and chase one another
A shining web of light
And with their valiant brilliance hold
At bay the jealous night.
the woven tapestry of Your poetry is a heaven sent gift. It's like watching the slow motion takeoff and flight of a dove. Each piece of Art is head and shoulders above the crowd.
Paints a lovely picture with each stroke of your pen! wondeful! love starr
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Sophia - My page told me that people who like my poetry also like yours. After reading this little beauty, I consider it a compliment. Blessings - Cheryl Moyer