Where The Stars Awaken From Poem by Timmy Tubbs

Where The Stars Awaken From

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Dedicated to those who leave room in their hearts
And rightfully hers: Laura Ann Strohkirch

Here are some roses for you
There is no telling what they can do
The lovely lady said they were special
All I know is you might need their hue
After dark days take mine away from you

You see, your close days will be hard
And they will grief you unrelenting
For how ever long is needed
But just as the flowers, your tears will wilt away
They will be the last reminders of the words I say

And as I rest, my hands are on my chest
Six feet from what you’re about to say
These flowers will steal your eyes away
And bite into your stressful time
But soon, all your pain will be buried with mine

There is no danger, just one answer
The answer to this test you have stitched within me
And sought out with the new eyes that let me see

Do not be scared now penguin; this is my farewell
So sad you sit so completely unaware
And I know how selfish it may seem
But someone’s got to think of me

So goodbye my perfect little knee dancer
Perhaps I’ll see you in the paths of white
Don’t you dare worry your heart to dust
Because I’ll tell God that you were right
And we will make sure you’re safe tonight

So I’ll hover with yellow soaring overhead and the whitest of wings
Stopping bye here and over there listening to you sing
With all this litter and chaos in our watery sphere
It is a world filled of pain, violence and noise
And though sometimes it gets loud down there
I will always hear your voice

It is true though, what one said
I didn’t know what I had. Then it was all gone
And though I could never match your pitch
You will put your ear to my dirt aching for my songs

And the more you cry the more you live
The soil will swallow the tears you drop
And give it to the trees that make it their fruit
The trees transform into oxygen to take care of you
This is his design for amazing people just like you

The past eight seasons have blinded five senses
But one still staggers on the balls of its feet
The one that first drew you close to me
And I could blame every wave, blade of grass, and grain of sand
But all that’s left is me

The past year went bye much to fast
Now it’s as if I’m rebuilding my legs from a car crash
Time ran, jogged, walked, slipped, slid, and eventually fell
Asking dead parts of me to step in and lend an extra heart
Because that one of my sleeve is all tore apart

So as I put these words together so gracefully as I do
I’ll carve four words in every brick of my wall
“Eight seasons too late.”
Luck was thrown at that weak wind. Instead, it stole our fate
But do not fret my wonderful princess; love transforms from hate

Do not follow my fading footsteps
They travel to far across uncharted lands
Where the stars are made
Right from God’s strong hands
And I have left no Cairns to find your way to me
Only my name and a lonely hand print in the sand
Where we both began

I’m sifting through the truths and figuring my outs
I’m finally getting the mechanics of it all down
I can only look at pictures after you complain of things
And memories only come after the pictures are turned back around
And I can only walk with my head up after the memories
So I see, it’s just taken some time
To adjust to everything; to bend this circle into a line

Just hard to think, everyone associated with you
Only liked me because they had faith in you
No more gifts on the special days
All were so obliged before
But the things I desire are not in store

So I’ll take that zip-up sweatshirt wrapped in cold paper
And I’ll place my voice in that lost bear
Because it will mean more to me than you will ever know
One more level to get that wish to work
Peel the white cloth back and identify
All that’s left is a lonely tag on my cold toe

My existence keeps you on level ground
But only for now
It’s the one thing I can teach you for next time
So, for now, I’ll pretend to believe friendly minds
I’m a heavy diamond you don’t know how to make shine

You have had loss before
But I suspect not of this depth
One poor man gripping a twenty-five cent ring
And I know you, nor your family, would accept

My body was once warmed by blood
My brain wired with memories
And my soul filled of you
Bur for now, I am ashes to ashes and dust to its dust
And you all will remember me
Thank you so much

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