Posted in favorites, uncategorized

Night by William Blake

The sun descending in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
The moon, like a flower,
In heaven’s high bower,
With silent delight
Sits and smiles on the night.

Farewell, green fields and happy groves,
Where flocks have took delight.
Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen they pour blessing,
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom,
And each sleeping bosom.

They look in every thoughtless nest,
Where birds are covered warm;
They visit caves of every beast,
To keep them all from harm.
If they see any weeping
That should have been sleeping,
They pour sleep on their head,
And sit down by their bed.

When wolves and tigers howl for prey,
They pitying stand and weep;
Seeking to drive their thirst away,
And keep them from the sheep.
But if they rush dreadful,
The angels, most heedful,
Receive each mild spirit,
New worlds to inherit.

And there the lion’s ruddy eyes
Shall flow with tears of gold,
And pitying the tender cries,
And walking round the fold,
Saying, ‘Wrath, by His meekness,
And, by His health, sickness
Is driven away
From our immortal day.

‘And now beside thee, bleating lamb,
I can lie down and sleep;
Or think on Him who bore thy name,
Graze after thee and weep.
For, washed in life’s river,
My bright mane for ever
Shall shine like the gold
As I guard o’er the fold.’


Posted in original

I Haven’t Seen The Stars

confined in this dark asylum

with nothing but crickets for friends

I hear the wolf howl

over the hills of the dead summer night

it must have seen beauty that’s incomparable

so much so, that it could not contain itself


while I, a tortured soul

is left to rot in this forsaken place


I sure would like to see once more

the evening sky of blue

roam freely were the night stalkers are

instead of being hounded by the demons of my past

I can hardly remember how the moon looks like


to be greeted by those shining, twinkling

gems of the night

to be free from these chains

to ride off on a shooting star

just like so many years ago

Posted in favorites

Evening Star

‘Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro’ the light
Of the brighter, cold moon,
‘Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.
I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold- too cold for me-
There pass’d, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
Proud Evening Star,
In thy glory afar,
And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart
Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
And more I admire
Thy distant fire,
          Than that colder, lowly light.       

-Edgar Allan Poe-

Posted in original

To Be One With The Stars

dark is the evening sky

I am once again under the stars glimmering just a little beyond my reach

and a little to the left is the moon waiting for my return


The milky way sways as it dances with the comets

“Come away with us”, they call to me

they set up a play all for me while I watch, waiting for my time to come


Saturn waves to me as Jupiter tries to kiss me on the cheek

I let out a sigh, I long so much to be up there with them

to look down at the beautiful planet Earth, to travel far away

to be gazed upon


I hope one day, when my time here is done

I’d be up there finally

a star to guide your way, a star up on the sky