Do the stars sparkle
for me?
Do they cast their light
upon my wandering head
as I lie gazing into a
universe beyond
my reach. Do they know that
green eyes
blue eyes
brown eyes
all look above and wish upon them
in unison with one tremulous voice
from many places that have
no shine.
Do the stars sing
for me?
Do they look down at where
I lay my head and whisper a
celestial lullabye to all lost
children tethered to their
despair with invisible
chains that
cannot be seen,
cannot be cut ,
but is felt every minute
of every day and every
night in places that have
no music.
Do the stars cry
for me?
In the deepest
darkest
stillest
part of the night
is their radiance swallowed by
an ugliness that
cannot, at last, be
denied?
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More homeless kids now living in cars.
Charlotte Hamrick 
Thank you for stopping by my blog! Love this line:
“I lay my head and whisper a
celestial lullabye to all lost
children tethered to their
despair…”
Nice penning!
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“Do they know that
green eyes
blue eyes
brown eyes
all look above and wish upon them
in unison with one tremulous voice
from many places that have
no shine.”
Powerful stuff indeed. This left me quite sad… though the rhythm and the imagery was delightful. Beauty in the raw.
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A beautiful wistful wondering poem………lovely writing.
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This is well written about a cause and plight of those homeless children and folks.
Nice to meet you ~
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And nice to meet you too! I enjoyed visiting your blog & I’ll be back. Thanks for the kind words.
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