Like us, the stars come out at night to play;
They seem so fragile up there on display.
Once a reflective mirror of plated glass;
Now shattered to glow as specks of brass.
Trails of light descend with a falling star,
A pathway of light so near, yet so very far.
The North Star, Polaris, shows the way;
The rest have intimate words to say.
Pinpoints of light simply shower down;
A smile comes to the lips, no need to frown.
Those poor stars; they need the night;
Without night’s cover, they shine no light.
In a backdrop of stars, we are as nothing.
Sparks of a blacksmith’s anvil, a brief thing.
Who can say what holds them in their place,
Enough to know they fall down into our face.
Those glorious stars, how they fill the hours;
They have their own part, just as we have ours.
Stars reach down and let themselves be seen,
Startling our fantasy to know what they mean.
I close my eyes tight to find they don’t go away,
What do I see but inner stars truly here to stay.
The stars need the night; but we need the stars,
Those angels watch over us, their secret ours.
I will confirm your poem by saying we need the stars and we need the angels too. Everything in the heavens can make us renew, thank you for the poem dear John xo
As kids (I had three older brothers) we would study the stars on clear evenings. Of course it was the oldest brother's telescope. He would point out constellations, planets, and certain stars. I was mesmerized as I was reading this lovely poem!
They certainly do. It is interesting that, while images from the Hubble telescope and others give young children a view of the stars that can be seen on a clear night on earth, most people today live in cities where light pollution makes viewing the stars very difficult. The coming virtual reality may place us traveling among the stars.
I kind of choked on the line about "… fall down into our face," otherwise your usual very thorough covering of every aspect of stars' fascination with us.
While looking at stars in the night, what I find amazing is that some of the stars we see, had their existence ended long ago, and yet they still shine for us.
Exactly right John, without the stars, some magic is gone from our lives and when we are deprived of magic, we lose our creativity. I very much enjoyed reading this.
A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
This book won 'The Poetry Category'
A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
This book won 'The Poetry Category'
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Love ya!
Jane
I kind of choked on the line about "… fall down into our face," otherwise your usual very thorough covering of every aspect of stars' fascination with us.
Ron