Gazing up at the smorgasbord of stars
makes me all the more fonder
of the darkness,

Connecting light dots
above my head
on a magical canvas
which is never, ever, artless.

Vivid images
constantly taking form,
impeccable masterpieces floating
way up above me,

Heaven's art gallery
with such divine work on show;
hung--for all of us to see.

By Lady R.F ©2017

I'm supposed to be home,
And not to feel alone,
But the pain that i feel,
Makes my spirit still;

There is a reason to cry,
But no reason to die,
My heart has grown cold,
But my love is not old;

As a quiet reply,
Is my many sighs,
No more trust in me,
Except the trust for me,

I will stay home,
Even if i am alone,
Because with you my baby,
Has always been home to me.