A cluster of stars
in the gloomy night sky
the perfect scene
as you say goodbye

And you leave me to dream
And you leave me to wonder
Because there can't be lightning
Without a little thunder

We can learn to love
And we can live to learn
In this is the wolrd
We all move in turn

There's a blanket of stars
Just above my eyes
I cannot touch it, feel it
but I'm hope you're inside.
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I haven't posted in a while...

Anyway, I wrote this for my Grandfather. He died just last month, and I wanted to do something for his funeral. It doesn't really make sense, and I know the poems jumpy, but I supose that was just my frame of mind when I wrote.