What Have You Done With The Stars Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

What Have You Done With The Stars



Wet with tears between clothespins you take them
Neatly ordering them on the wire
With thornful fingers
You take the blue towards your blood
You let them hang upside down
Like bats to watch over the night without the flight
Winglessly buried in the first breathing of the arch
Under which the day is breaking
Too shameful to break out
And offend with its light
Millions sleeping under the nightmare

We'll just sit here and wait
And sing and knit and sew
A child with silver hands
A child with golden eyes
A child with ruby hair
A child with diamond heart
Who can take them off the wire
And cast them back to the sky
The little kites with nothing but the wind
To show them the way back home

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