Sunday, October 16, 2011

Aim a little Higher.

Aim a little Higher.

Shoot oh cupid, arrows,
For I would know of her.
She shines like a Princess,
And lights up every room.

Behind her I am in shadow,
For she is awesomely polite.
Cares for every living creature,
With a talent rarely seen.

What is her beautiful name?
Cleopatra or Isis, surely grand.
Where I am laying hope,
Of dreams coming in the sun.

The stars have called again,
And I can see its worth.
For quickly we’re revolving now,
Leaving peace upon our earth.