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Paint the Sky with Stars
The sky like glass
the oceans silver,
the meandering streams
ever passing like fading dreams.
Now who will paint the midnight stars?
Who will illuminate this darkness?
Who will free those chained captives
and portray the color of their life?
Who will paint the sky with stars
and uncover the mysteries
of the galaxy's so far.
A voyager or traveler?
an adventurer or pilgrim?
Nay none but the hands
of beauty and light,
will ever touch brush to sky.
Yet the two
light and beauty betrayed the stars.
They forgot their love
and broke a legion of hearts.
They left them to die
to fade darkened as the darkening sky.
They left those precious gems forgotten
purged of light,
stripped of beauty.
The stars in turn one by one
fell deep into the abyss.
forever it seemed cast out of bliss.
Great was the lament of the sky
the day it was robbed of its pearls.
Barren of beauty love and light.
And there it sank
deep into the dark cold gray sea.
it sank deep, deep, deep
into the dark cold seas.
Night has brought those who sleep
golden warmth forever to keep,
It has wooed them to sleep
and caressed them there
in the softness of the deep.
Sleepless tormented and frail
Those the ones who yield not to hail.
Those the ones who do not look up
Those the ones whose evils fill their cup.
Oh lover of the night
Oh darkening shadow
oh fading light.
Your glory was once breath taking
your eminence eye opening.
Your beauty desired above all else
your light above all eternal.
Like a unfinished work
or a half built home,
you are now neglected
faded into black
The chance was yours
hope flew upon your shoulders.
The sky a white blank canvas
the stars yearning to be painted
And yet you oh beauty
you oh love,
forgot those precious gems.
You forgot the power that they had
you forgot the love that they shared.
And for your sins
will be placed upon
your wretched heads
For you are the murderers
of those starry lights
You are the killers
of the love filled nights.
Lovers now cease to love
Dreamers now dream no more
of the heavens above.
Your sins have bound you
to an eternity of flame,
From here on our
you life will never be the same.
On that day that cursed day,
when the devils triumph was great
When the heavens fell
and beauty and love made their foolish fate.
The sky fell deep into the sea
and there it laid for many days
and many nights.
Mourning the loss of beauty and love
mourning its fate mourning its doom.
And on that day that cursed day
when legions of devils
danced upon lovers hearts.
When the darkness
seemed brighter then the light.
When the ages of man
seemed to fall away.
When the very heavens broke loose
and the neck of life
breathed its last under
the chocking noose.
Then and there in the deepest of dungeons
a hope small and beautiful was sprung anew.
was not like any other ever known.
It was bright like fire
warm like the sun
fierce as the wolf
that never turns to run.
Like a furnace it billowed
and it burned.
It raged and roared
it smote all in its path.
It heaved and it sighed
and broke apart the fearful curse
That held captive the lovely sky
and kept it from you
and kept it from I.
It pierced through the darkness
it scorched the fear and broke its back.
This new hope bright as the sun
fierce as the wolf
took up the soft cold hand of the sky
held her close and lifted her high.
Lifted her out of the deep deep sea
lifted far out of the deep cold sea.
It raised her up on the wings of eagles
and carried her heart
to the safe havens of Elysium.
And with it the noble Hope
restored beauty, love
and light to the world.
Brought back the dreamers and the lovers
and returned the world
back to its rightful place.
And at the end of all things
the last and final deed
this chivalrous hope did do.
Was paint the glorious stars onto the sky
for me and for you.
This hope so fearsome
this hope so bright
this hope so great that it has saved the beauty
and has brought back the light.
The sky now once more does shine
the heavens so full with beauty.
If only if only
those precious gems and jewels
of unimaginable worth
were truly mine.
Oh hope how marvelous a thing thou art
for you have painted the skies
with the most precious of stars.
And have filled this heart,
this heart with love.
Bhupathi Prabhakara Rao
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