The Poet and the Sky

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