Brady Smith
2/18/98
Starlight
Blue
Starlight blue
the morning dawn, as streams fly across the nightend
sky.
A dizzy spell
is all that it seems, but we are lost as we loose our
bearings.
A cry is heard
as the day fades, and now ever warm is the night that once was so
cold.
And dreams can
come true with a happy smile
=
)