They Speak To Me

Its an imaginative poem.

                      They speak to me…

 

When I sit alone on the terrace

I look up into the sky and observe the stars,

So pretty they are…and so enthralling too

And they seem to be trying to express something.

 

Trying to sooth me and to relax me

Trying to help me ease out all my worries,

Trying to tell me that everything will be alright

And trying to make me feel good and to make me smile.

 

They seem to understand me completely

They tend to comfort me through their calmness

They help me ponder on some of my decisions

And they silently advise me to think wisely.

 

 

I feel like singing in the peace of these stars

I feel like sharing all my joys and sorrows with them,

I feel like asking them to share some of their secrets

And I feel like glowing in their flawless brightness.

 

In the peace of these stars I feel so calm

In the brightness of these stars I feel enlightened,

In the cool of these stars I feel rejuvenated

And in the twinkle of these stars I feel happy.

 

Amazing are these stars which fill me with happiness

Bright are these stars which make me glow from within,

Adoring are these stars which twinkle and smile at me

And incredible are these stars which speak to me.