The stars
they dance the night away
in an ebony ballroom
with their tuxedos and gowns
shimmering silver and gold.
My longing to join
the stars up there,
away from the mundane,
intensifies with such a fire
that I fear I will burn out
like the dying star I am.
And I find myself expecting
to meet others who are
just as desperate to leave this
lonely world and run off
into the night sky.
Because then it would be
us dancing together
in our rightful place
amongst the Broken
for all the earth to see.
Our broken hearts
would be left behind
along with all the fear and pain
we would never
have to feel again.
And maybe we could be
something so much more
than the sum
of our shattered parts.
YOU ARE READING
An Ode to the Stars
PoetryWhat was originally a school assignment has now turned into this.