Looking down upon me, I’m always in your sight.
My never failing friend, Always giving me your light,
A brilliant blue you’ve always been, shining with all your might.
Throughout the long day when time can't seem to fly,
I sometime miss you friend, staring at the sky.
But once dusk has come, you’ll be there standing by,
And even when the clouds are out, to see you I will try.
But now my friend I’m getting old, no longer can I play,
How many days I have left I cant begin to say.
But still at night at you I gaze, watching while I may,
And when I'm dead and in the ground, shine for me I pray.
Author notes
This Poem was another one one written out of boredom. my muse was looking out the window at the night sky and seeing a star I use to watch a lot as a kid. It always got my attention because it always seemed to pulse alternating colors. Both a lightning blue and a bright white. Its peaceful for me to just sit and stare at the stars. The photo is of mt favorite star, that star that's called Deneb. This poem was written march 17th 2008.
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Comments
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Oh this so trouched my heart
I could see the young child grow into an adult then into an elderly person that never missed a day for the love of the stars and in passing made his last wish upon the stars how lovely this is

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Thanks. As many people appreciated this poem I'm glad I posted it. I almost didnt.
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watching stars is fun... this is a great great piece hun i wish i was able to see out my window... -
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Why cant you see out your window?
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How wonderful to have your own star! I love looking at the skies too, but my favourite is the moon. This poem is very sweet and it reminded me how as a child I used to dream I came from the moon and that I owned it.
I love the lines:
'watcher of the night,
Looking down upon me,'
It reverses the common idea of us watching the sky and suggests the sky watching us. Lovely!
I also loved:
'And when I'm dead and in the ground, shine for me I pray.'
This line has a many faceted meaning. It made me think of how people like to leave a trace of themselves on the earth so that they are not forgotten. The trace might be a song they have written, a story, an achievement in sport or science, something to prove they were here. Magic!

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Its cool everyone at least once in their life has taken a look up at the stars and said how beautiful they are and some of us wonder or wish we could go to these places just to go.
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Thanks for entering my contest!
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Good luck judging the contest.
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the last stanza was more of a good bye than anything.. but stars are absolutely beautiful.. its one of the few natures i enjoy.. this was a little note to your favorite star, and just on that this was a good write.. thanks for entering my contest and good luck.
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Thankyou and good luck with the contest. I'm glad you enjoyed the poem.
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This is a really beautiful poem. I love the imagery of this piece. I love star gazing myself. I enjoyed the read! Thank you for entering my contest.
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One of my favoprite passtimes and we usually have beautiful nights during the summer where you can see all kinds of stars.
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This is the BEST poem I've EVER read of yours. EEVVEERR. Ever. !. I loved it. It may be short, but I wish it would have kept on going and going...maybe because I love the stars myself or something I don't know. But anyway, I LOVED it!
The ending was perfect, the last line. :]

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Thank you. And to think this poem was just my own doodleing.
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Aww the last line really brought this whole piece together.. You did such a wonderful job..
You should be bored more often
this was really wonderful hun..
You know how to put so much emotion into your writes..
I loved it..
Angel
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Thats my style. Besides if it wasnt for the emotion my poems would just be average.
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OMG...outstanding..good luck...


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Thanks.
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Have I read this one before?
It seems familiar...
Eh, either way,
beautiful work once again babe!

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Yeah this was one of my last poems I wrote. The next poem was my last one. So everything from then on will be new.
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