I write words that are yours
But they will never mark a page
I write them in the air
With my eyes
As I stare
At the clouds being lit from within
Turning pink
And when darkness falls
The words disappear
Becoming stars
I hope you see them
Wherever you are
For those of us with eyes already wide open, wherever we hail from, we do see the stars. For all the rest, who have yet to make such a claim, IF they’re fortunate enough to have your site in sight, they can get an assist via your always eye-opening prose and poetry. Thanks Kate!
Thanks Tom, that’s such a lovely thing to say 😊✨
So beautiful 😻
Thanks Yassy 🌙✨
with love
and hope from above
✨😊
remember Kate the shrew has yet to be truly tamed.. were that i richard burton or even heath ledger.. ten things i like about you. whoosh!
Thanks Kate.
That is lovely.
Thanks for reading Granny and you’re welcome ☺️