Do You Know What the Stars Mean / Moonlight On a Spire

Do You Know What the Stars Mean / Moonlight On a Spire

[Note: I have edited these poems for someone I knew once upon a time.]

Do You Know What the Stars Mean?

Do you ever wonder

Wonder why

Why the stars

Kiss the sky?

 

Where do clouds go

On clear days,

Why do the flowers bloom

In different ways?

 

Do you ever wonder

Wonder why

Why the stars

Trust the night?

 

How does time move

While you stand still,

Where do children run

To get their fill?

 

Do you ever wonder

Wonder why

Why the stars

Hide come first light?

~ R.S.

Moonlight On a Spire

As I crept through the cold, velvet dark

Of the cave I call home, rust creeps over

The drain and down the pipe of its chambers.

 

Moonlight climbs through the window

Down the hall and shifts fast enough

To crouch in silence upon my bed

Before I’m through the door.

 

I inch my way forward

I rest my head

Seep tears against that

Which have laid hard hands

Around my heart before.

~ R.S.

Regret Me In The Morning

Regret Me In The Morning

[Author’s note: These are lyrics from my Irish drinking song of the same name.]

 

Last night at the local bar

Who knew hello would ever go so far?

Acting like we’re not broken

Talking because we’re hoping

Closing time’s the end of the start

 

To the womb of your living room

Where the beer and whiskey stopped all too soon

My thinking’s getting clearer

As you’re drawing nearer

Maybe I should walk out on you

 

Don’t pull me in, don’t kiss me so sincere

Don’t whisper sweet nothings, my darling

I sense how strong you think this bond is

But I think you’ll regret me in the morning

 

First light will be rising soon

And I know all too well that staying is cruel

You want to hold me closer

A new world to discover

But don’t you have too much to lose?

 

Don’t pull me in, don’t kiss me so sincere

Don’t whisper sweet nothings, my darling

I sense how strong you think this bond is

But I think you’ll regret me in the morning

 

Last night at the local bar

I regret hello ever went so far

But I’m known for being sullen

I lose it when bottles open

Sometimes Happy Hour is my demise.

 

 

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