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


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