The Madness Of Stars

08 Jun


Stars now enrage the night,
heralding a kind of chaos;
spilling their fires in tumult,
well into endless evening,
in cold and distant entropy.

Stars spattered o’er the sky,
the suns of distant worlds,
each with their own agenda;
‘ere the gods may paint anew,
this vast and unyielding array.

Stars disappear from my view,
but hide ‘ere within my hands;
tho’ barely able to contain them,
these fires would I dare not hold,
nor would have strength to bear.

Stars alight soft upon my eyes,
some are blinding, some dim,
but my gaze, it does not tarry;
I count stars, tho’ unmeasurable,
now with more will to proceed.

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Posted by on June 8, 2016 in My Poetry



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