Bringing stars, my lover the beautiful night floods the gates of dawn with moons and crickets' calls, chasing the sun around the watery world. I swim with the starfish under your silvery spray, and I will walk up your staircase into the embrace of morning's warm smile. Night, you are still my friend after the angry words of novas bright, and the slanders of the heat of June and July. Yours is the wheel of the heavens, and every angel must walk your winds and sing your songs. I am glad of you as long as I have a pillow and as long as you tempt me sweetly and softly to dreams.
Wow!!! GOD BLESS!Its funny I just wrote a poem like this, without reading this. Must be something in the air.
Hi Dan! I liked it, in spite of the couple of cliches that slipped in here and there. Lovely conclusion.
Wow, now there's someone I haven't seen in a while! God, I can't remember your name, The poem was great. I have nothing bad to say about it. I wouldn't change or fix a thing. Except maybe the pillow line. The poem was pretty, and it glided smoothly until the very end.
Dan mentioned about one of my poems that it had cliches in it. I'm not sure which lines are cliches, would anyone care to point them out for me. I may want to make a poem up entirely out of cliches someday.
