A Horizon Of Stars - Poem by Gerry Legister
A horizon of stars, shined in the sky, all last night
The mystery of the heavens took my breath away
Every ripple reverberating upon a surface of light,
The exposure of aura attuned my heart to the array.
I saw in the night glowing bright a horizon of stars,
Dancing on ice, the universe around me shrouded,
With festal of lights from interconnecting galaxies
Every heart displays light from the glow awarded.
The stars sparkle and dance until they disappeared,
Leaving ripples from their journey, far above the earth
Their vanishing act in the morning quickly faded
into the hue of sunrise and sunset of twilight depth.
Is this what stars look like? beautiful and magnificent,
Yet, part of them resemble something of human frailties,
Stellar of specks of dust sharpened strummed instrument,
Forged in my soul, with fires of celestial complexities.
I feel the overwhelming rush of the energy reverberating,
Love is a spirit of the divine source, a luminous plasma,
held together by its own gravity of faith to influencing
A person's personality and create beautiful phenomena.
The nearest star to earth is the sun, hydrogen and helium gases,
Most prominent stars are grouped together into constellations.
We all have our destiny written in the stars by stories and rhymes,
Earthly stars, that's who we are, bright sun and silver moons.
Glowing in matter and space, only a hint in mesmerize haze,
There is a horizon of stars shining in that lake stirred up inside.
God surely is on each person side with destiny waiting to amaze,
I am going through life like the stars, grateful for the ride.
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