cups of coffee
and the odd sip of tea
hallucinations of you and me
a single standing tree
a poet quite lonely
looking at stars, thinking of she
a ship lost at sea
sailing away from reality
dreaming of her shores hopefully
stars shine brightly
in the vivid city
but it's you he sees
wherever you might be
you are what he calls lovely
you are what makes him happy
YOU ARE READING
Raindrops
Poetry"Will you ever hear me in the rain?" "...?" ***** #157 in Poetry February 12, 2016 #86 in Poetry February 14, 2016
