Count the many in the sky,
count many from your eyes,
wish upon one, falling through the night,
let the others fall into an open hand and open heart.

In my sight,
For I can only stand
in awe of Heavens' show
For I can only give comfort,
to stem and catch the flow,
until your lips glisten
with the ones I have missed.

Which I will gladly kiss, away.



©DWE082013