In the early morning hours
before the sun even knows to rise
I am out there
with blood shot eyes
Looking up at the sky
I am waiting for something unexpected to pass by
I can see my breathe as I warm my hands
Stars so bright light up like grand stands
I embrace the darkness and the quiet
It's the only time I feel quite right
No noise, no traffic, no commotion
Just myself, the sky and my emotion
There's beauty in the darkness you see
Take it in
Don't run and flee
Taking in the darkness is the first step
to understand the other side more in depth
We will pass on so make amends now
before curtain calls final bow.
Galaxy you shine of dreams
Comet races like my heart
Big Dipper comes a courting
Dressing the night with stars
Bed of clouds soft and warm
Pillow talk deserves an answer
Swelling moon full of charm
In your arms star of the banter
The thinnest clouds do roll and drift,
As His light does sieve and sift
Left with a trail of silvery haze,
That Man still smiles His fullest phase
'Twas almost daylight He did yield,
As midnight approached upon the field
So caught up was I, a starry-eyed tripper,
That I fell right into the Little Dipper
Here, where stellar kisses come to pass,
Here, where such things could ever amass
One could find love, one could find fear,
One could find another, oh so dear
Under the spell of His lunar tune,
Under the shine of the moon.
I know this is pretty weird
Peculiar and awful funny
But what I find to be real sexy
Is that wooden dipper dripping honey
That round knob on the end
With five grooves carved around
All covered with golden honey
Slowly dripping towards the ground
Swirl it in the honey jar
And slowly pull it out
My tongue starts to salivate
And my libido begins to shout
I may have a one track mind
Making constant Freudian slips
But the sight of honey on that stick
Makes me start to lick my lips
So if you want to drive me crazy
And seduce me naturally
Just grab that wooden peg
And cover it in pure honey
by Joe Flach for nette onclaud's "Sexy" contest
Even the moon can see our love
Whenever we're apart
I'm the first star in the dipper
And you, the fourth that stole my heart
I try to be the second star
And hope you'll be the third
But I can't ask the second star
'Cause stars can't speak a word
I love the way you wink at me
It really makes me shine
The other stars see you wink
But they know that you are mine
The third star tries to wink sometimes
But you won't look his way
He looks at me with envious eyes
While praying for the day
I wonder if the earth below
Look to the Heavens above
Can they see the dipper's first and fourth
Are truly stars in love?
A heavy horse looks like a rock
the horse stands completely still in the darkness
with open eyes
one starry night
the horse seems to count
all bright spots in the Big Dipper
and is wondering whether it would be very difficult
to pull the wagon one lap
around the globe.
Oh Little Dipper Dipper,
what are you dipping for?
the sweetly vast vanilla seas,
or ginger cookie shores?
Oh little starlit ladle,
what swirls within your cup?
a batch of cotton candy clouds
you gently gathered up?
Or maybe licorice lava, cooled
from swaying in the night.
Or maybe bits of sour sun
and rays of lemon light.
Oh little diamond dipper,
if something tipped your tin,
would sugar flakes begin to fall?
would chocolate rain descend?
If ice cream comets tumbled,
be they pink or white or brown,
I wouldn't wear my boots or coat,
nor would I wear a frown.
'Cause Little Sundae Dipper, dad
and I believe that that's okay--
'cause everything's worth dipping for within our Milky Way!
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From Ursa Major
Better known as the Great Bear,
Comes the big dipper.
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