The Star And Beyond - Poem by Leslie Alexis
There is a star on my windowsill,
A bright one fell there the other day,
It just came rolling down the hill,
In rush, as if it had something to say,
And today it rest on my windowsill:
Making golden that which was grey.
There is a moon in my closet,
A small one that perfectly fits.
It dresses me and gives my mood,
When it is full, I feel real good.
It gives the tide of the pool and sink;
There is a moon, I don’t need a shrink!
There is a sky in my shower,
I mean it, for some reason it rains,
Then on earth-like floors, it drains.
My curtains are the atmosphere,
Heaven and earth are locked in there;
Maybe I built the Babel tower?
The universe is in my house!
Sky, stars, moon, earth and mouse,
With windows open, I feel the breeze,
The algae and moss are ancient trees
With populace of bed bugs and fleas;
Someone, anyone, save me, please!
Copyright 2010 © Leslie Alexis
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