Glen A. Geer
Comments about Glen A. Geer
Some "One" Special
Extinguishes the twinkling of a sailors guide.
Promises of a brilliant, warm day as birds
Begin stretching wings; the sky changes from
Midnight blue to bright yellow, then baby blue.
Rustling in the trees above;
Squirrels begin chasing each other.
The last star diminishes in light;
I say this to no-one, just myself:
"Star-light, star-bright, last star I see tonight.
I hope what I say, I say it right.
My darling, as you read the word I say to you,
Remember that I am but a SIMPLE person,
I ONLY have ME TO...