With lips soft, tender.
by Kewayne Wadley
I imagine the stars come down and kiss them nightly.
Leaving their home to visit an angel whom found her home here.
With tired wings her sighs paint the clouds, falling in love with the view of horizon.
Her eyes are much prettier in person.
Just as the sun rises, it hates to say goodbye.
Changing its position in the sky.
When I am with her the sun doesn't shine as bright.
Eyes close, hidden in laughter.
Illuminated in the grace of how remarkable she really is.
And it is that same look that I see in her eyes spread across the horizon.
Just sitting here waiting for the stars to disappear to their favorite place