Stars At Night Poem by Val Brooklyn Rogers

Sleep steals away my sight
When I watch the stars at night
I HEAR their screams at the break of dawn.

I release a silent YAWN.
It's time I resign to frolic in the BREEZE.
I sent myself to breathe splendor among
The trees. Anxiously awaiting, as NIGHT
Held his breath and SLOWLY FELL.

For this spectacular super natural show,
I waited the day long. Feverishly
Excited. I so delighted in knowing, and
I began to know how the moon continues to
Glow. I stay for the wonderous secret of
The stars, the twinkling against the
Black VELVET sky. The smiling treasure
I see, is what BEAUTY MUST be.

I love my golden supernatural treasures,
Exquisite. Nothing shall prevent my
Visits.