The Starry Skies

Oh, how do I love watching the starry skies!
Velvety darkness, pierced by the moonlight,
where everlasting greets the fleeting of time.
There’s such presence, larger than life –
Oh, how do I love watching the starry skies!

She was

moonlight,

kind and bright,

rueful smiles,

weary eyes,

late nights,

tear-stained cheeks,

gentle touches,

loud laughter,

light words,

dark mind yet soft soul,

written word,

poet by birth,

sing-song voice,

dreamer to the point of no return.