Star's Heart
Wonder do I gaze upon the night's sky. Be it to see the gift of the light given. Or be it that the beauty rare; be the same as rage. Is any thought given to that of the star and of what be the star's heart. Yet in an instant the star streaks across the heavens, in the blackness and is gone. As if the rage has taken the light, as the star's heart feels the sting of death.
I sit amazed as I wonder; did I not once give a thought to that which be the heart. One would suppose that some would have seen; alas no, what was seen was the light given. Could none see that the light hid the heart. Great is the pity than none saw that which was lay hidden; the white hot rage as the star whose heart never seen.
The anger, that which was the rage; be this then the light be just the blackness hidden. Then that which was the heart gave once more to all. Never so bright was this light, across the night sky that brilliance seen but for an instant; and then the blackness. Yet how could one understand without knowing; the pain and the rage that was the star's heart.
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Hang tough, bro!
ReplyDeleteVery deep thoughts.. Im with Rocket.
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ReplyDeleteyour words can only have come from pain that was felt,Im with Chip too and Mark always know people are here for you,
Take care
Sue
Lovely to read your poetry once again
ReplyDeleteMark that shooting star was but one that had to leave the sky because it has gone to add light to someones life. Someday one of those stars is going to put a permnent light into your life. Hugs Carrie
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