| Night By: SheridanCraneFitzgerald@hotmail.com Lonely, blue sky, Devoid of stars and moon, The comfort of night forgotten Among this weary tune. Chirp of crickets fall upon These deaf, unwilling ears. I exist without, and within, I'm never really here. Solitary star Upon the lonely sky, Beckoning to me -- "Make a wish tonight!" But my only honest wish Is I'll wish for nevermore! -- Because with you here with me, I'd have nothing to wish for. BACK |