Long ere creation spurn
The stars shone in the heavens,
Billions of years they have burned
To musing eyes
Who stare endlessly at the spectrum.
A saltant star flickers into the night
Silently ululating for its space,
Glinting, candent the powerful light,
Although a millions of miles away,
Its touch brilliantly bright.
The ebbing of its glow
Skirrs pass the shadowing night,
Mystifying the dwarf star eyes below
Where wishes are made upon,
As a dying star enters time's black hole.
We wish upon stars, and your verse makes that tradition even more poignant, because the thing that we are asking to give life to our hopes and dreams, is already dead itself. Very nice.
wishes are made, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
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Stars are born, have a life and die, and our sun will die also. Interesting write.