Scattered Stars...
old souls wink at us through the flickering firefly glow
but to notice you must allow your ticking clock to slow
only then can you get lost in the spectacular wonder
without the distracting crackle of a summer thunder
sometimes I just glide through buttercup fields at night
and soak up the scattered starry moonlight
but people don’t seem to do that kind of thing very often
so us awaken dreamers must sand down the rough edges of others
in hopes that someday they will have a chance to soften
Copyright © Luke Steadman | Year Posted 2009
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