Who wants to be a star...

If it means being light years away?

Verdant and lush cliffs of green,
Tangled ivy and hyacinth,
Living brushstrokes paint a scene,
Bright and peaceful labyrinth,

Sweet scent wafting in the breeze,
Reflected light crowns each swell,
Sapphiric hues swirl the seas,
Cobalt depths where shadows dwell,

Granite peaks with greyscale shroud,
Icy peaks where snowflakes fall,
Silent glaciers cloaked in cloud,
Titans tower over all,

Maple, oak, and evergreen,
Dancing sway with nature song,
Lusher robes than kings have seen,
Vines and willows ever long.

Tucked under watch of a recent town,
Nourishing raindrops trickle down,
Steady on, a boy works the land,
For none here would eat, 'cept by his hand,
Through the night and on to the morn,
He works alone as a new day is born,
Digging, raking, and sowing,
Soon labor's fruits are growing,
Dread spring flood or autumn gale,
He tends the earth in heat or hail,
To find to reap, the sweetest feat,
To give others, his crop to eat.

A friend told me your news,

            They showed me a picture of your gown,
  
                                   ...

                                  You married him, wearing the necklace I gave you.

Venom droplets spot her violet lips,
Dark eyes faceted like garnets hold her prey,
She glides silently with corrupted grace,
As a spider approaches it's entangled victim,
Aura as subduing as oppressive smoke,
Long locks of alabaster hair sway with her gate,
Standing just before, her gaze deepens,
Like a wild dog ogling it's next meal,
The slightest lilt could be seen in her brow,
And the very tip of her lips curve a cruel smirk,
She does not speak, or make a sound,
As she stoops forward and temps an eye,
The wafting aroma of tobacco and wine,
Her movements fluid and deliberate she leans yet closer,
Her crystalline breath ****** hairs to their feet,
Cool steel in the dark is drawn from her silk sheath dress,
And with alluring seduction her silence is broken,
Feigned vulnerability, and such sweet innocence,
Her words seem a veil blown gently in the breeze,

"My dear, Do you know what comes next"

I'm retired to watch from above,
Set on this lofty board,
My glory is displayed,
Those beneath me bend knee,
My beauty is deeper than paint,
My elegance more than my form,
Value as deep as sentiment,
I have such a simple vocation,
But fulfilled with quiet grace,
I usher in the sunrise,
As the day yawns and quickens,
I help close the somber nights,
Resting nearby on the diner's counter,
Accompany those at the cafe,
With the aroma of beans and bread,
I stand beside and read along,
With the light from a crackling hearth,
A loyal and reliable companion,
When you need a boost,
Come spend some time with me,
Relax and pour yourself a cup.