Twinkle, Twinkle..


The stars and I
we know a secret
we keep each other company
I am me within their gaze
nothing need be said
I am not required
to be anything more
than that which I am
The moons gaze
is not critical
he welcomes me to come
to pause, reflect,
lay my burdens down
for a moment to forget
who I am
who I must be
what I am expected
to live up to.
The moon does not care
the stars just like to share
my peace is complete
and my heart is at rest
The night is a glove
that cradles my soul
and teaches me to pause
to reflect
to be content
within my mind

I remember who I am
I remember what I know
I remember what is most important
My soul
My heart
My joy
My simple truths
the moment is where I live
the night is where I grow
the stars are where I am
the moon is how I know.

Published by Bexley Benton. (Pen name)

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog.

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