Stars

I found it!
And I realize how my poetry writing skills have deteriorated.  Out of practice.  Brain funk.  Whatever.  When I was younger, I believed I was a poet and I wrote well.  Then I was discouraged by a series of events.

I wrote this in 1998.


the Stars rip the night
breaking it without compassion
with their intensity
they hurt my eyes
but only I know
how much they love me
for how could I survive the night
without the stars
shining just for me.