I did both the painting and the part of the poem wrote here on different days, today seemed the day to marry the both, this took little time.
Goodnight Sky ~ by Brandy Swartz
When I look at the night sky..
I have to ask myself, why?
Where others’ have felt alone,
I finally feel I belong.
Could it be the Indian in me?
Wanting to believe, heavens keys, loved ones I see?
While some preach only bad comes from the night…
I love those sparkles of light!
Gather still compassion there,
Good place say my prayer.
Yes, I still feel small,
But, don’t we all?
Always magic to me…
Sets my soul, free!
~ BJ /Brandy Swartz
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