Saturday, September 08, 2012

Shooting Stars


And after the evening meal
We took down the sunshade
Turned off the lights
And watched for shooting stars

And so, if I grow old
And I’m disconnected from reality
If my memories are gone
And I think I’ve been abandoned

Lay me down in a field
Where there is no light pollution
And let me watch
The shooting stars

2 comments:

Russell 'C.J.' Duffy said...

you've been eating to many magis mushrooms. Those stars are satelittes!

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Lovely poem Roger x