Be the person filled with stardust,
the one who could fade ,only if you must.
Yes, fade into the dark, and then into the light.
The one whose eyes couldn't be looked away from,
for they're so bright.
Eyes filled with innumerable constellations of stars,
galaxies of stories, tales of love and of wars.
A being so inconsistent, of nought and then the entirety,
One who couldn't be comprehended for all you could ever be.
A puzzle of sorts , for those who loved mysteries,
but theirs were left unanswered queries,
The curious ones longed for an answer, a clue to you,
But just when they begin, you must bid them adieu.
for you were of stardust, a glowing star in the sky.
Stars could be seen, wondered upon but never reached,
for they were up so high.
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I suppose we're all of stardust, in one way or another.
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Poésie#14 on 8 March 2017 Poetry, Prose. Words bled from the very soul. Musings of an occasional poetess. 'Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words. It is an abstract art, and I am, but a mere artist ' - Edgar Allan Poe ©wordalmaniac 2016
