Writing the Stars makes one weep

with each word

bears ones weight

words slip through ones fingers

life quicksand

through life's door ...


The catacombs of my mind

aspires writing the stars

gazing upon the world tonight

in the evening breeze

flies without a ripple

to each fallen star

that is thrown so far ...


Like a caged bird

fluttering around

words upon stars

will they fly

even death calling

doesn't really matter ...


Writing the stars

makes one wonder ...


So fly high and write higher

among each star

sing your blues away

as you are writing among the  beautiful stars  tonight ...*


by Debbie Brooks 2014