I talk to the stars, the clouds and the sky,
I ainít very particular with whom I do commune,
I spill my woes to a floating cloud,
Knowing it will my dilemma solve before
It does dissipate.


I talk to the stars and bare my soul,
As I wander around at night,
Try to a few names remember,
As I sing and howl a little.


The moon is too close,
And way too fickle,
As I like more stable things
To talk to.


A floating cloud is the best,
For it changes as I chatter,
Just a howling coyote and me,
A talking to whatever is up there.


I talk to the stars, the clouds and the sky.
I talk to the stars and bare my soul.




~ © Tom (tomWYO@aol.com)







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Redneck Lament

Frazier's Lake

Scrapbooking: Summer Vacation

Cockeyed Weathervane

A Walk Through Falling Snow

Last Year's Ducks

The Red Shoes

On Growing Old


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