| My Dedication |
| This is my dedication to Amy Jo's mother, Christine Johnson |
| Wish upon all the stars hanging in the sky. The dark shroud enveloping the night. Yet, the stars sparkle, glimmer, and shine, while the darkness yeilds to consume the light emanting from the hot tiny suns. They all hold thier ground...or space, sculpting their light from the night, turning it into a haven of angelic shrines. Pushing the labyrinth of crudeness away from their flawless constellation. Attempting to be imprevious to the purgatory around them. Language of the heart tinkles from their deft fingers, casting light and glitter upon the appreciative land. The glassy surface not with-standing, for it is a mirage, one on the desert of Sahara. And it passes quickly, for a fraction of a lightyear, with the divisions being infinity. And a sunny day in Paradise gone by. The land was deceived, leaving it with a bitter-sweet reverie, of purple skies and a moon-lit sun. It's all but an illusion, that attempts to mimic the brillance of the stars. The stars shine, still. Though they may have turned to dust. When their precious gem of white and silver, reaches my eyes, sending a beautiful message unsigned. Leaving my final wish unfulfilled. And it takes me back to alpha. But I know; and comprehend, all these will lead me back, to the omega of the stars. I dread the arrival of thee, that sunrise. Though anticapation has settled in my mind. For my mind's eye has witnessed a vision, vivid and clear as day. Fondly will I remember the stars, as a reflection from my past. True in comparison, to the raging fireball of life. For the stars are my guides. In my memorythey are forever mine. Amen |
| This poem is also dedicated to my Aunt Becky, my grandmother Dorothy, and my twin brother, Christopher, all who have passed away and will remain in my heart forever. |
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