Behind the galaxies and
between the stars, I wish
I could step
and see the heavens
like clover, stampeding over the
fields and hills of private land,
when all I can feel is beauty.

I wish the stars grew like tomatoes in the garden,
each clustered in its galaxy.
And on days
when the sky was all gone

and
you ran screaming out
to the woods,
I would pick Sirius
and follow you,
holding it like a rose bud.


Some words from the poet:

I often wish I could help people, especially those I care deeply for with problems that are bigger than they are, problems bigger than me. I wrote this poem in a desire to help. ‘You’ is the reason I wrote the poem.


FB_IMG_1514046196304Chadwick Miller is an amateur poet who enjoys life’s experiences, different cultures, and learning from children.

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