Jenkins Street Poetry Project
A collection of original poems by Don Stinson
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Star-Gazing
I never saw a sky so full of stars,
The shining bright as teardrops.
I sat for hours and stared
At messages from millennia ago,
Last-gasp flickers, supernovas
Sad but necessary as the silence
Hiding between the clouds,
The moments between the hours.
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