The Starry Night Skies of July
Promises made with a billion eyes
The skies are black every night,
Yet, they are not completely dark,
Look again and you will see,
A billion stars shine through eternity.
So many lives are lived under this canopy.
There are happy, sad, and triumphant lives.
Every life is so special, precious, and rare,
Human eyes watch the stars and stare.
The starry night skies of a joyful July,
Promise us days and nights of happiness.
Like when two lovers have a tender kiss,
Uniting once more in deep love and bliss.
The month of July can be filled with miracles,
When romance and love bloom everywhere.
When nights are filled with the dreams of dreamers,
When nightmares disappear so do all the fears.
July is the month for artists, poets, and writers,
To write new stories, poems, and tall tales.
To create worlds with centaurs and a whale,
Where heroes, magic, and an Emperor prevail.
If you live in a city of midnight oil candles light blocks out starlight. So dark skies are blind and the doors are shut to find a star to wish upon , but lovers still kiss thatās for sure .
Your poemās beautiful and magical Warren Brown.
I doubt Iāll survive long if democracy disappears in lawless judicial rulings.