Some stars dream at night,
moody eyes above the sky
look down through the clouds.
Breaths of suspicion
escape out of the moon’s light;
I welcome each wave.
The muse is eager
not to let down this desire
to share our moment.
A sudden ink spill
is absorbed by the paper
and the “ku” is born.
© By Emiliano (Poeta48@aol.com)
