How could I love you not, my sweet, you bring that starry light that’s piercing through this timeless space, through deepest, darkest night. How could I love you not, my Night, you bring a dream of jade that eases the unquiet mind and makes the daylight fade.
Beautifully written, Joyce 🥀🖤
To see the stars is fortunate. I imagine they still exist. In my world stars shine only on Hollywood Boulevard. Reflecting light from street lights mosaic imprints fused on my mind. Imagine what love of clouds would be if they would disappear for just a night to look up to see the sky so bright twinkles in eyes that have been there since birth but hardly seen ‘cause of machines that toss changes to atmosphere and low and high pressures that interfere. Oh the starry night to see the sky wonders in a new light. Thank you Joyce.