Starlight's Touch At Midnight
Every person I meet
Is a blessed event
Waiting to happen.
I stand tall and straight
Because they are me
And I am them.
I lift them up
As I lift myself
Into a blessedness
That plays its quiet song
With the starlight's
Touch at midnight.
Copyright © Orma Sullivan | Year Posted 2008
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