Bright, bright, stars,
that visit the sky with lights,
without you, my nights,
would be nothing but dark
And full, full, moon,
that comes every once,
without you, I'd be soon,
Just a lonely lagoon
that looks at the sky
To the millions of stars
but that's never touched
by their lights
just like I'm touched
by yours some nights
So yes, full moon,
In me you reflect the light in you.
And I'm touched.
I adore Lucero's eye for play with words, she is so talented and creative and this poem reads with a new flavor of rhyme.. and bringing nature to a new light with her creative style. So elegant!!