The Crickets Are Calling

The crickets are calling
Out the stars,
Paper holes punched
Into the night sky,
Hear their tune
They play
Just for me and you,
Listen to the waves
In the background,
Their crescendo 
Ever so louder
Yet serene,
Watch the dark sky with you;
I could until the morning
Like a face through a screen door,
Looking out, looking up
The twinkles are bright
White sprinkles on a chocolate cake,
The crickets are calling
Out the milky moon,
Lighting up the world
Before we sleep,
Hear their tune
Lullaby serenading,
Gently our daytime cares
As we lull off to our dreams...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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