The view on a life from the top of a roof

little children snuggle

under soft black stars

and if you look into their eyes

soft black stars

deliver them from the book

and the letter and the word

and let them read the silence

bathed in soft black stars

let them trace the raindrops

under soft black stars

let them follow whispers

and scare away the night

let them kiss the featherbreath

of soft black stars

and let them ride their horses

licked by the wind and the snow

and tip-toe into twilight

where we all one day will go

caressed with tenderness

and with no fear at all

their faces shining river gold

washed by soft black stars

and angels' wings shall soothe their cares

and all the birds shall sing at dawn

blessed and wet with joy

you and i will meet one day

under the

night sky

lit by soft black stars.

Pics taken on the roof of the frat house a few friends of mine are and live in.

A few friends and a special one... I will horribly miss.