Last Night The Stars Were So Many

last night the stars were so many

moonless
and i went on top of the roof of the house
and i laid my body on the galvanized stuff

i began to count the stars
at least i tried to use the numbers to please myself
and lull myself to sleep
like the way i have to count the sheep

the night was so beautiful
with the glittering stars
the wind was cold and there was this silence which asks me:

why am i not happy?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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