strength

the stars shine bright in the dead of night

the light wind carasses my face

the deep yellow of my tee shirt clings to my skin

as the warm wind holds it in place

the crickets humb, the leaves rustle in the trees

i lose myself in the summer breeze

the moon shines above all the stars

as i gently close my eyes

i drift into a day where life begins,

and the light or the stars  never ends

where make believe disapears

and weakness is frail

hope is but a thin line, because dreams are mine

nothing is impossible, for impossible does not exist

strength is my happiness

 

 

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like this poem. "Strength is my happiness." You create a powerful poem. I like the details in the poem. The last three lines made the poem complete. A outstanding poem.
Coyote