My hands reach out to touch the sky
But catch only the cold air
I struggle to bid goodbye
To someone who isn't even there.
I am blinded by the shimmer of the shining stars
In the night sky black and blue
I wish and wish with all my heart
That I shone in the same hue.
In the conquest of perfection I fall
Into a chasm of regret
Realising the biggest problem of all
Is the dark closed vault of secrets.
The moon guiding me through the night
Has eclipsed into oblivion
I want myself to accept the fact that the brightest star
Is just one in a billion.
Tanny xx
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Poetry° poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings, it takes origin from emotion collected in tranquility ° //William Wordsworth// highest rank: #93 in poetry on 28/10/2017
