Looking Down At Me

I never fear the dark,
silver stars spark

bright eyes watch over me
while lying in bed asleep;

shinning above my head,
a blanket across the bed

cozy with illuminating warmth,
decorations that glow; they bring forth

early in the morning time,
yawning to the serenade of the wind chime,

I rise to another day,
while the stars begin to fade.

V.Ramos