poetry

Is anyone else amazed that January is almost half gone?

I wrote a poem. One of my goals is to write poetry. Notice there’s no adjective in there… it doesn’t have to be good poetry. Keep that in mind.

Starcomber

Last night I saw You

Walking among the stars

They moved softly around Your feet and parted before You

Like waves breaking around Your footsteps on the seashore.

You looked at me from Your place in the heavens

And with frank eyes You told me that I belong there, too

Why, You asked, am I so satisfied with the paltry baubles of this earth

When I was made to walk through stars with You?

That, I’m almost certain, is not good poetry. But meaningful to me.