Poems written at midnight always seem to be the most sincere.  Even if they aren't the most refined.  Here's an example.


Angels in the Sand


Shadow walks.
Shallow walks.
Deepness walking by.
Shallow prints of deeper things,
opposite the sky.
Prints from walks.
Prints from talks.
Remembered days gone by.
Little footprints in the dust
compliment the sky.
Be not silent
burning star. 
Your light ignites my sky.
My everything; my only one.
Your footprints next to mine.
A story young.
But to grow old; 
your footprints next to mine.
I'll walk eternity with you 
and, with you, touch the sky.