Stars tell stories.
Have you ever stopped moving long enough
For them to speak to you?
Stars sing.
Sometimes,
If it's quiet and clear
I can feel the harmonies thrumming, humming
In my bones.
Stars listen.
I pour my shadows into the sky
And am filled with
The light of a million stars.
Stars stay.
Never changing, always moving,
Restless
When I die
I hope to be a star, singing for
A daughter down below.
YOU ARE READING
poems from the darkroom
PoetryI can't always say how I feel, but collecting poems from the corners of my brain and the millions of half-full notebooks makes me feel a little better. I hope you can relate to them, or at least be distracted from life for a moment :)
