The Sky, The Sun, And The Stars Poem by Julianna O'Bar

Young love is like the sun,
and the lover's heart, the sky.
The morning is slow and timid,
the first rays of sunshine that creep to the horizon
passing unnoticed until the sky is completely
lit with its soft, pale light.
The world holds its breath.
Then, in a moment of revelation,
the sun bursts from the horizon;
bright colors shooting from a golden orb
that slowly climbs to the heavens
and gradually gets brighter and hotter as it does.

At noon the sun has climbed
to the top of the sky
and shines so bright
that it cannot be looked at by anything but the eyes of the lover.
It looks below at all the clouds
and dreams of taller heights to climb,
never giving a thought to what it left below.
It has reached the peak, but cannot stay
because a sun that hot
would scorch the sky, its home.

And so, the sun must slowly set,
the lights it brought dimming with it.
As the day draws to a close
the most brilliant colors appear in the sky;
pinks and reds and yellows and purples
more vibrant and beautiful than
anything imaginable.
There is one final beam of fiery red,
and then it is gone.

For a short period there is nothing but darkness;
a thick, choking, smothering darkness
that seems to crush the world
under its weight.
Then, one after another, the stars appear
and brighten the sky once more.
A hundred, a thousand, a million pinpoints of light
shining with a pure radiance.
These stars are the other things
the lover keeps in their heart
that brightens their life
in spite of the darkness.
The night is still foreboding and dark,
but the stars will always be there,
even if they are not visible.
The stars are what make the day worthwhile,
and when you forget that,
that is when you lose sight of them.