Opening Mymth Eyes To the Stars

~Opening Mymth Eyes To The Stars~ The Make-shift varry of my Soul in the twilight, the Bees gather from Flowers, & fly’s buzz around all night, wandering for hours . . . You wonder . . . still, it seems, was just there for you. Wishing for more, yet my Heart cannot take anymore & I close my eyes, hoping, for a good Dream, to remember, under the stars To what’ed hence thyn rain beat on my nose, & my eyes open, & I say good- night to the stars, while looking at them once more, . . . and roll over.