It happened upon a WEARY starry starry night
that brought us together TO FIND ANOTHER
weary starry day to find who may WE be....

EACH TO HIS OWN, the muse finds even more
to help us confuse the other so we may be
not alike, so completely different, cant you see
what May?

Maybe we are a dream, someone so charming
are thee, and far far away...

Maybe we are smiles, blowing leaves in the trees
a whispering wind that blows through us that
is looming over the sea....

Just follow the road, follow the stars
the yellow brick and green, then let
us sit awhile and smile ...

A glass of wine, cheese and lime
lets hold hands, talking a mile,
looking deep within, missing our muse
in this sleep of dreams, two hugs are one
telling us Who We May Be ...

Debbie Brooks