the stars are out: late at night, <br />the moon sings high: eyes shut tight, <br />under the sheets, they shine all night long <br /> <br />when you dream, light peeks through, <br />gentle beams of brilliant blue. <br />through your eyelids: they shine all night long <br /> <br />morning comes, a scolding sun <br />open wide: dreams undone <br />he could've sworn: they shined all night long <br /> <br />silly boy: another day <br />waste it well, brilliant decay <br />you'll dream of her; they'll shine all night long<br /><br />Wes Thompson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waste-it-well/
