Look at the stars
Spinning, coursing lightweight
Through the blackness,
Like ice-coated spiders
Floating gentle, softly interweaving
Cloud and hovering nearly near enough
To be captured by your tiny hands.
It seems all so easy
To stay here mentally forever.
Look at the stars
Drifting magnetically, childlike
In their path. Lost and dreamy,
An image separated from a cause;
Heavenly blessings as they drop close enough
To kiss the roses,
Breezily hoping to rest frozen
'Neath the nest of your tired skin;
Lazily watching the night transition
As others must've all those nights before--
When you were too busy to pay them any mind.
These stars map a codex that laughs at you
While you're fixed to the ground and forced to look
beautiful.
These stars sing of the dead. Muses without a voice
Or lives to any longer be lead. The stars dream
Silently of you, patiently nibbling at your breath,
Looking forward to the day they can absorb your
smiling teeth.
The stars hold your spirit and you theirs,
Both constant and unremarkabley dull--
The stars did not ask to be beautiful,
We made them that way. The stars
And you are one, in as much a way as polar opposites
Can be one.
You and the stars, making your fates as you go along...
You and the stars: unintentional twin sisters left astray.
You and the stars: two blind men unravelling an exquiste corpse.
You and the stars: two pawns beating helpless in awe of their sojourn.
You and the stars: complimenting the other like sand does glass.
You and the stars: in awe of each other and the rainwater that
preludes
The moment.
You are the stars, you are the dreamer, you are the observer,
You are the life that has been given life in order to give it back
Sing softly now and lullaby the stars asleep,
Like the son does after growing old for his dying mother,
Like the summer leaves do when their boughs start to snap.
Sing softly for the stars that remind you of whence
Once you were nothing
But a hypnotised lantern
Wandering the endless black.
You and the stars, connect them
even when they appear as aimless
anxious dots.
Form a shape out of the stars; encarve
And embody the flesh of your own constellation.
Newly added ending (Monday 18th)