Wednesday, January 27, 2016
We say the effort of a bright shining star,
It folds into the cosmos as the springing rays
Enlighten those in the way of the universe.
My keys are stolen by the hundred planets,
And they swarm and swear due to the duty.
Eggs and work of the pen are along the way
Of the stars, hatching and writing according to
Taste, feeding like a dog in panting,
Along the way of the wars of the stars,
Finding a closer companion, finding oaths.
This philosophical war is finite, translated into
Their tongue over the fence, barrier of the heart.
Their heart is of the fierce poetry that resides
Inside the pen, this writing is harsh and bright,
Like the stars shining brightly tonight.
Topic(s) of this poem: stars