I like to talk to the night skies,
because they listen to me.
They read my emotions
as I pour out my heart,
and respond accordingly.
When I smile the stars twinkle,
and as I laugh the clouds spin around the earth.
And on those nights when I can't help but cry
the skies fill me with mirth.
So gentle and comforting
night skies have always been.
Every evening they await me
as would a loyal friend.
Bianca Free
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-skies-night-skies/
