They burn the brightest when nights are darkest
And simmer to death near dawn
When two are watching them, they twinkle.
And children looking to the stars dream.
They are silent, a companion to all
But they suffer in silence
Never to experience the hope, the love, the dreams,
They watch, sparkling, silver deities
As those lovers kiss
When the child becomes great
Or when a person ends.
They suffer with no means to love those
Who watch them and dream.
Silently suffering, yet happy
Traveling into those, who yearn for freedom
They turn that suffering into a burning shine
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 3:02 AM UTC
They burn the brightest when nights are darkest
And simmer to death near dawn
When two are watching them, they twinkle.
And children looking to the stars dream.
They are silent, a companion to all
But they suffer in silence
Never to experience the hope, the love, the dreams,
They watch, sparkling, silver deities
As those lovers kiss
When the child becomes great
Or when a person ends.
They suffer with no means to love those
Who watch them and dream.
Silently suffering, yet happy
Traveling into those, who yearn for freedom
They turn that suffering into a burning shine
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