A Sky Full Of Stars

Sometime as I lie in my bed, immune to the vagaries of a too busy, too quick, too uncaring world, your soft caress gently soothes the pain... though you are not here. Your hair brushes fleetingly upon my cheek though I am alone....at peace....whiling away minutes into hours into an eternity of wondering are you there amongst the stars watching, caring, guarding...guiding me to another...the right one....and your soft whispers, like echos down an empty city street, return to me, time and time again pushing me....soothing away, like dock leaves on a nettled leg, and assuring me my choice is perfect..just saying... (in a rather melodramatic way)

A Sky Full Of Stars