(written August 1999, published today)
The night’s complete satisfactions
are not freely given,
for no man deserves finer gifts
than those earned by intuition.
Impoverished souls are not excepted
and none are strangers where
the stars shine in the light of the beholder.
Lessons are learned by methods unspoken
with generations warmed by affections
set out gladly under the cool sky.
With beat of lyric song and laughter,
children find our thirst replete and
drink happily in the night of a million stars.
Billions & billions of stars!
Very nice poem.