I Cried Poem by Jerry Pike

I cried the stars that lit no sky
I poured my heart like sand
I watched from balconies of hope
as smiles seeped through my hand
I viewed as gospel, bible tales
and pulled the covers tight
a warmth that clung like silver spun
emotions glazed in night
another me, sat wondering
confetti goodbyes blew
and strawberry vendettas
glistened scents where none was due
I pulled my self together
by the strings that wove my soul
and then I wept again, those stars
that washed my heart in gold.