Tuesday, 14 October 2008

Plastic Stars

I wait for the sun on days too faint
Sometimes you need the light
And amongst the eye and briefest touch
You were mine for a minute last night

I wait for the moon on days too bright
Somethings feel better in the dark
And plastic stars come out sometimes
To accompany our spark

I’ll draw you how it feels in words
And pen and pencils too
But still the light will stay switched off
Until it happens to you

1 comment:

Geraldo Maia said...

Hello Nathalie,
It is a great pleasure to visit your nice and interesting blog for the first time. A beautiful poem!
Best wishes from Brazil: