A Story Of Two Stars - Poem by Kondwani Simwaba
The story of two stars
There's a story in the skies, in the dark of the night and when you see nothing that flies, be not deceived for this story precedes mere sight: Brightly night in the grace of the moon and somewhere in the dark is a passion more fierce than to face the desert dune; while this passion entwines itself with the Hummingbird's tune; for it began in the night only to hide at noon.
Ravaged by midday light, this enamor endeavours relentlesly to continue at the fall of midnight light; in the night something shines bright from above, so look closely and witness this love's might as two stars of distinct galactic spheres merge to cause a bond of much more durability than serge. This is a story of two stars...
The milky way lays wide open; while it's defences are weakend by this inexplicable cosmic energy that causes these stars to merge in a distinct pattern; eyes lay wide open, as perception of this mystery grows rampant, no one dares to close their curtain; for darkness is only the genesis of this passion, so why fear? But look closely for deep therein lies a little of unresolved tention.
Inspired by the glow of the moon, an out-pour of love escapes to meet the other star only to be curtailed by the reality of their distinctions of realms; perhaps opposite poles on a magnet do not always attract; but rather like clothes on a ragnet water, the sun will subtract: This is a story of two stars, destined for what reality does not allow; so even though they blossom bright at close range in the night; their union is not yet quite right and perhaps may never be; but what was, was indeed scintillating and this was a tale of two stars...
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