Today, I think I found the same sky.....

There we sat
quietly outside
side by side
with a sky filled with stars


There we sat
we were not allowed
to be alone
with a sky filled with stars


At once I saw a shooting star
and made me breathless for awhile
and one more shooting star
within a sky filled with stars


You touched my hand
and whispered: this is meant to be!
I confirmed it with a squeeze
looking at a sky filled with stars.


I keep looking at the sky at night
keep looking for that shooting star
Hoping that you are looking at
the same sky filled with stars.

A nice thought of a friend

good one

Very good. I bet Mickey Spillane and Poetrysoup.com would both like it.