While lying in a field of white flowers turned varying shades of blue by the approaching twilight, I looked up to see a star shining through a hazy sky. Early as it was, it shined as bright as the moon.
So beautiful, sad, and alone, but a star none the less. My heart yearned to join it, so I reached out my arms to embrace the warm glow. My eyes closed but for a second and when opened again I was met with you, the Star was but a reflection of your eyes in the fading light of this blue twilight.
Your embrace was a warm comfort as we lay in the field, gazing at the darkening sky. Perhaps if I showed you the stars I held so dear I'd see them appear in your eyes, and I was right.
I hope they'll fill you so you can see that out of all of them, you shine the brightest to both the world, and to me.
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Moving the Mountains
PoetryPoetry used to bring down countries and inspire artists and break and win over hearts. This poetry is meant for the same fate, if only one truly decides to read it.
