a star gazer.

I’m a star gazer
left in the haze
of an old day
where time doesn’t matter
I’m a star gazer

when the pagans leave this earth
I’ll be the last to go
stuck lying in the tall green grass
listening to the birds sing their morning song
for when the dusk meets the dawn
I’ll still be watching and waiting in awe
for the final morning star
to disappear.

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