Mildewed starry mornings
of ashen laden dirt.
Glistening silver pavements,
in the ever-crusting rust.
Moistened tips of gloominess,
in the pleasant slumber sung.
A sleepless soul in solitude,
seeking refuge from the sun.
Dew of Dawn
To lands beyond our imaginations we go. May the galaxies be our only guide !
Mildewed starry mornings
of ashen laden dirt.
Glistening silver pavements,
in the ever-crusting rust.
Moistened tips of gloominess,
in the pleasant slumber sung.
A sleepless soul in solitude,
seeking refuge from the sun.
Twinkie Talks 
wow you have good writing skills
yeah, this is my first domain, its over 5 years old at this point, full of a lot of heart felt poetry