The Poet and the Sky

Written by: Vesna Kovrlija

My eyes drink in a sky of stars
Sometimes I see them as lover`s stars
Sometimes as my best friends
Sometimes as frozen teardrops,
Shards of my shattered dreams
Laid bare in front of the cold, cruel world
But sometimes, I see my poems among the stars
They are clad into compassion, gentleness,
Bashfulness, modesty, beauty
They are so shy and strange,
Glad to be alone
And when they appear
My faith is rediscovered 
And I find again
 My own loving and forgiving God