Treasure Island

Alfred Barna


Staring at the Stars


Staring at the stars
Who am I, but one heart beating?
In this world of ours
I am but a glimmer and fleeting
Within shrouds of darkness a light
Countless miles are between us
Radiant spark wrests with the night
One understanding bridge chasms between us
Staring at the stars
Beacons amongst the emptiness we face
Earthen prisoners behind mortal bars
Yearning with desires delving deep into space
We can taste everlasting hopes
Yet day-to-day leaving each other bitter
Are we marionettes upon divine ropes?
Or lone selfish destructive atom-splitter?
All ideologies are power scams of self elected
Black holed souls; we are stardust, each unique
We are not hives or colonies to be collected
Shed our "isms" paradigm paradox mystique
We are a universe of refulgent refugees
Free and numerous as the stars one sees

Submitted: Sunday, March 17, 2013

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  • Anthony Di''anno (3/17/2013 5:17:00 AM)

    Another well thought out poem Alfred. I am enjoying your take on things. It is refreshing to find a good poet who thinks outside the box. I hope you keep on writing. The world needs people like you right now. (Report) Reply

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