This was my secong attempt at Poetry.
Jan 13 2005, 12:08 AM
In the early morning hour,
Between midnight and dawn.
I wonder, am I the only one awake?
It is so quiet.
The wind blows gently against the window,
telling me it is wondering too.
I look out side at the dark morning sky,
wondering if I could bring one of those stars down to me?
I promise I will put it back.
I go out side,
I wonder if Mother Earth minds that I walk on her? Does she feel pain?
No, I dont think so.
She loves us too much.
She is sleeping right now here,
waiting to awaken, to bring forth from her self,
Waiting to give birth again.
She is stirring,shifting.
In the quiet of the night,
I am not the only one awake.
Katt
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