sky

 night  after night  ,I find myself  sitting her  with pen in hand  ,  tonight it is  no different .  I sit here and think . as i  write  but the 1 that  I ,ve never  written  about  iis the turest of beauty herself  .  She lays  there dorment not a sound  does she utter ,we all  take in her  beauty  from twinkling, to the ain  she is  dorment , she  shines . She can be dark  the rarest of all as she speaks  with silents  never will she be heard ,  but i  sit below her, as she  sit  high above , tonight i  owe  my pen to   sky  :J Dawner