I cry in my puddle of stardust
As the night sky slips away
Inky dark succumbs to day
They do as they will - as they must
But I trust
That you won't let the memory fade
In the daylight the people are awed
The sun awakens endless hues
Pinks, oranges, yellows, clear sky blues
They frolic and dance in the light
They write
About monsters for who nighttime's their cue
Why is it that in all the stories
The monsters come out at night?
They walk with monsters out in daylight
As starlight slips
Wasted
Through their fingertips
Not a thought spared to the other suns
Living billions of miles away
Time is sand in an hourglass
Flip-flop, it's flowing,
Leave it and it's not
Humans dance with it,
Toss it about like it's not
How we survive
How we thrive
Our concept of time
Is what makes society
Tick, tock, and chime
And yet we pay attention selectively
And none of this makes any sense
But
I think we should pay attention to
Every star and every second.
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Misty (a collection of my poetry) {{COMPLETE}}
PoetryA road trip of poetry, I guess. Care to come along? Highest rank: 267 in poetry Read my third poetry book, "hush." I have high hopes for it. Read my first poetry book, "where the bluebirds aren't." (Or don't, it's old and rather embarrassing). ⚠️...
