Saturday, November 13, 2010


I see my star,

sparkling blue beyond the velvet east.

I look at yours,

white diamond shining from the west.

Different worlds under the same sky.

Diverse tongues with the similar smile.

We are stargazers,

separated from across the seas.

I see my star,

as it slowly fades into the dark.

I look at yours,

as it disappears into the clouds.

Glorious things are meant to be lost.

Still, we search and hope for these to stay.

We are star lookers,

entranced by the beauty of the sky.

(c) Phoenix Montoya @ November 4, 2010

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