Looking at the stars
Counting them like you count your blessings.
It seems so simple,
I never understood how.
I strum harmonies on the riverbank,
Whilst perched on a treetop.
Trying to find solace in the spring harvest.
But in my sleep, I pray that the sun will rise tomorrow.
Maybe, I will find familiarity in calloused hands
And careless whispers.
I watch as you count stars on your back.
The river guides you downstream.
You are one with earth and sky.
Do the stars talk to you?
When you drift peacefully downstream.
Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 4:41 AM UTC
Looking at the stars
Counting them like you count your blessings.
It seems so simple,
I never understood how.
I strum harmonies on the riverbank,
Whilst perched on a treetop.
Trying to find solace in the spring harvest.
But in my sleep, I pray that the sun will rise tomorrow.
Maybe, I will find familiarity in calloused hands
And careless whispers.
I watch as you count stars on your back.
The river guides you downstream.
You are one with earth and sky.
Do the stars talk to you?
When you drift peacefully downstream.
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