Treasure Island

Christina Conseco

(May 27,1993 / Bronx, NY)

The Night Sky


The night sky

So beautiful-
I look at the sky filled with
Stars and the moon

The night sky
Where I let my mind wonder
And dream good dreams

Someone once told me
'Las estrellas
Me requerdan de ti y
La luna de tus ojos'

'The stars remind me of you
And the moon remids me of your eyes'

The night sky
So beautiful
I let myself wonder off
Into the night

And dream away

The Night Sky

Submitted: Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Edited: Thursday, April 21, 2011

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  • Josiah Gallegos (11/6/2007 11:05:00 PM)

    Hi my name is Josiah Gallegos and I am wondering, Christina, if I can use your poem for a jazz song I am composing. This poem was wonderful and personal yet incorporates meaning to the reader and I just loved it. (Report) Reply

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