There Are…

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Love, Orchids, poetry, Purity, rhyme, spiritual, Stars, Writing

There are stars
and there are orchids 
but nothing so rich 
and rare as love.
For love is everlasting,
and this is my finding.

Since The Day I Was Born

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Cosmos, Galaxy, Life, Love, poetry, spiritual, Stars, Writing

Nights were the ultimate gift, tucked under my father's arm,
searching for a particular star. I think I've probably 
loved the sky since the day I was born. 

What Dreams Do You Have When You’re Alone At Night?

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Dreams, Kiss, Love, Planets, poetry, spiritual, Stars, Writing

What dreams do you have when you're alone at night?
What visions do you foresee in the stars? Can I ride along 
with you at some future date or are you destined to travel 
alone? If not this life, I hope to catch you in the next.
I have more words, dreams of us, than there are planets,
tonight I resolve to tell all upon a kiss,  
Is not the combination of dreams and elements what we 
truly desire? Or have I lost my way, and all things shall burn 
and die in my heart tonight and turn to asphalt. When the world  
changes course once more, we'll react: Send your wishes up, 
along with your desires, I can detect them even as far off as 
space. Would you have me send you mine?