Bubbles (My Poems):

Friday Evening Ramblings

Crimson nights upon the floor
Tell me more
Tell me more than
I know. And when I don't
want anymore, then I shall
ask you for more
and you shall
oblige me
by telling me stories
and poems
and limericks
of yore.


The second star to the right
The stars from afar,
what are you trying
to tell me?
Whisper into my mind
and set me straight
onto the path that leads me to the
sun.