I like to look up at the stars.
I see the beauty and the tragedy in their glow.
There is something timeless about them, more than that they outlive us, it's as if they are infinite in their light that they give us and shine as bright as a soul.
When I was a boy I was told a tale,
the story of the stars in the sky,
that of innocent lost in darkness,
and how he found his way.
In a kingdom of animals there lived the king of all those
in the kingdom,
a lion king that lived as the ruler of the land.
The king had a son,
a young lion prince,
who the king loved,
as much did everyone.
One night, whence the dark of night came,
under the cover of God's blanket upon the sky,
the young lion prince ventured out into the darkness,
and was lost
and hidden in the loss of light.
At word of his son's disappearance,
the king's heart ached for his well-being
and so gathering all the animals in the kingdom,
the king and his kingdom took up stones one by one
and threw them at God's great, big blanket in the sky,
ripping and tearing holes through it
and letting the light of the sun seep and shine through,
down upon the animals,
down upon the kingdom,
down upon the princes path.
The stars shone down and the prince found his way
to his kingdom,
to his king, to his father,
to the light.
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Melancholic & Other Poems
Puisi"Melancholic and Other Poems" is a powerful debut collection by Nicholas Kyle Edwards that invites readers into a profound exploration of the complexities of mental health, particularly as experienced by adolescents. Through a strikingly unique free...
