Constillations

Constillations By H.D. Wiels

There are the birds upon perches, before the sun starts lurching over the mountain side. the constillations overide the shadows of the dandielions in the fields upon the rolls and rocks of the land. The star gazers hands ponder, eyes are a' wonder, there fingers flunder at the dark that overcomes. The twinkling lights, so bright infinite right to shine in the skys above. Easy brezzes blow the fearlessness away, over the reflection of the bay of the mirror that forever stays, gets younglings faces so gay, smiling and gigling at what may be the very last sign of our constillations last days.fear not, for this ill have a say. Our beautiful sparklin starlings must wait.they have but lived, a sorrowed life it is. Decades beyond centuries not a life of eternity. So I beg with honored sencarity to bless our darkness's rays. You Light up the sky gathered with "oh me and oh may I please oh may I dance with bare feet on your lawn sir" and those from afar and wide. Your mother'd be filled with pride.she smile at your bedside. If you'd nurse her back to health and let your fangs show.let your anger grow, don't start a row.