I lie on my back
     under a sky of black
 
the twinkling of stars
     dance in my sight
 
connecting points of light
     paint pictures in my mind
 
scanning the heavens
     for stars in flight
         to wish upon through the night
 
the moon
     creeps across the sky
          indicating time gone by
 
     the river hums
as it flows and bends
      passing over
         stones
           and
         bones
 
shutting my eyes
     the world dies
 
as I drift away
     to echoes of the day

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