Stars Are Born Out Of Light-Not-Darkness Poem by Mark Heathcote

Stars are born out of light-not-darkness.
Obscurities-river flows without behest,
We must all navigate the fathomless
The starless universe within us lest-

We forget where we began to shine
Lest we forget the ocean's broken shells
Think this earth is just dirt and brine
Remember, always a star inside you dwells.

It embraces a fire, never quelled quenched
Takes-light-year to warm your bones
Remember you have an ardour entrenched
Its pitted gold is red hot in undertones.

Love, you're my one northern star tonight
You're my one loving guiding light
Stars are born out of light-not-darkness
Born of fire - not a dwindling catharsis.

A living flame that never expires or dies
Stars are born out of eternal-existing fuels
Stars are a metaphor, my love, analyse
Their warmth and brightness aren't delusions.

The heat you've come to know in their coals
Doesn't-glow differently, day or night
It's not just where your soul and mine juxtapose
Circling to one day collide and explode like dynamite.

Stars are born out of light, not darkness
Born of fire - not a dwindling catharsis
A living flame that never expires or dies
Stars are a metaphor - my love; analyse my eyes.