Many people do not know this, until recently myself included, apparently I'm a darn good poet. whaddya know? so I've decided to post my 2 poems I've created. Enjoy!
Night Sky
Winds running through my hair like a maiden at my back.
Frost chilling my cheeks, the winter maiden’s lips kissing my face.
Two young maidens talking next to me, holding both my hands.
Speaking of my great knowledge on the night sky and all its wonders that make it all unique.
Looking at the Moon and stars with wonder in their eyes.
To see the night sky for the very first time is bliss unto its own.
Breathing in the scent of that last night of summer with those maidens next to me is to be content and happy as anyone can ever be. Yet mingling with that smell is one many people know, the smell of a campfire burning slowly low.
To taste such sweet happiness would make an angel cry. For Angels cannot see the heavens in which they lie.
That my friends is how I spent a summer night with two maidens by my side, yet along with them I have my friends and memories of that beautiful night sky.