Thursday, March 27, 2014

As any thing that is


Another night in the old hometown.

The streets we used to roam.

The lights are out.

There are stars in your hair.

You comb them to the ground.

I want to name them all.

I have no tongue.

I have no hands.

I have only to begin.

The stars are in my mouth.

They are as any one or any where or any thing that is.



2 comments:

Jan said...

Very dream like, William.

The line where you write of stars being combed from her hair and falling to the ground...in my mind I saw falling stars.

Your words shine like so many stars in the sky, dear friend~

William Michaelian said...

Thank you very, very much, Jan. Lately, the dreams have all been of my childhood home and its surroundings....