Her every movement, sways like a cosmic wind. bursting from the sun, she holds within.
Still the waters, of her deep blue eyes, temperly cool that which, her temper heets so high.
Yet is it a distant thought, which causes her to cry, or is it star dust, in her eyes.
Is it any wonder I stand, dazzled from afar, at this of all, beautiful stars.
Yes I stand in mezmeric, wonder from afar, for who am I, to try and touch a star.
By Donald L Holmes
