Au Revoir, twinkle star.
It’s okay to cry a little, baby.
As the night comes to play,
I’ll be here for you to claim me.

Thanks to Gene, I can see,
How the world is pure imagination.
But it means not a think
If you can’t share in my elation.

As you sleep, dream of me,
In your world of slumber animation.
Won’t be long, sing this song,
And I promise it will hasten.

So bonsoir, little star.
Wrap yourself inside your little blanket.
I’ll be here for you dear,
Just as you always expected.

If the twinkling of stars could have created a sound,
Your voice would have been the one.

Warm sunbeams
touching
cold snow

Making it
twinkle
like stars


Before
the snow
finally
returns
to its
original form

You tilted your halo at me,
While I was polishing my horns,
A twinkle in your eye,
A prayer on your lips;
I can resist anything except temptation.
Can you?

In breath I twinkle
inside a hello poetry sky.
Stars sing along
as night hours make room
for a creative flow.

Sometimes my verse sings
daintily as moon joins in
to dance with beams.
Other times the HP sky
becomes a stepping stone
for deep travel into verse.

When sun rises and takes command
in changing of the guard
the sun of Hello poetry sky continues
as my heart sings in gratitude.

We are indeed a team
making the best of a creative land
and open sky.