February 14, 2015

Starry - Starry Night

On this starry – starry night,
when the night sky burns bright,
I rise up to the sky,
to gather the whitest light.

Its glint touches my eye,
like a butterfly I fly,
to the brightest flame,
rising further high.
Everyone knows the fame,
of that star’s twinkling name,
shining atop,
in the dark frame.

A star to wish upon,
but is alone,
to it I have flown,
now, this star is my own.

13 comments:

  1. Love how you brought it home, I read it like a bittersweet tale.

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  2. This lifts me up when I am reading this ~ I specially love:

    I rise to the sky
    to gather the whitest light ~

    Grace

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  3. Perfect font and image to accompany your lovely poem.

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  4. ah but with her there now the star is no longer alone...
    and neither is she....
    hopefully not just living on wishes...but living
    as well..

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  5. smiles... it's lovely when a star that was once far away and seemed unreachable stays and shines on...

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  6. I love the painting and the song and now your poem. Beautiful

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  7. Nice to have something so special within your grasp..lovely.

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  8. great to reach for - to grab as well... smiles. No longer alone; a wish comes with that star aye? Sweet write

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  9. Lovely pairing of poetry and art

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  10. Mesmerizing . . . sigh . . . those magical stars ★ ★ ★

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  11. a bionic creative imagination:))

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  12. Cong. on a new star! :)x

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