When The Sun Goes In
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When the sun goes in- night will fall,
and up above stars will sprawl;
I lay my head upon my pillow,
and my curtains billow.
I can see the stars blinking and they seem to call,
yes, I hear my name being whispered . . .
so from my bed I crawl.
I am drifting up- into the sky,
didn't know I could fly;
up above the night clouds I see a zillion stars,
and suddenly a star stirs.
Oh, these are the spirits of my beloved- I sigh,
then, many are shooting here and there . . .
and I want to cry.
My beloved are the stars- in the night,
they zoom shining so bright;
then, I am swept up and we are dancing,
across the dark night sky prancing.
Waltzing and zooming with stars is quite a delight,
but soon darkness is starting to go . . .
and stars fade out of sight.
August 13, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/When The Stars Go In
Rhyme Patterns aabbaXa ccddcXc eeffeXe
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1172-965-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Shooting Stars
sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron
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