Maybe the stars create constellations to tell us stories,
stories of how they appeared, where they've been or where they're going next,
Maybe the lines, shapes and designs they create is the journey they must take,
do you think they'll tell us how they brighten up the darkness?
Beauty is resting with me although I walk through nature itself, time seems to slow down.
The leaves become a tiny bit brighter as my finger swipes the raindrop off the tip.
The flower silently thanks me as the petal waves to the wind,
the thorns dance with the breeze.
The constellations above me, create stories in my mind,
I wonder how many people are watching them with me.
I imagine the world amongst these stars, I envisage the stories being told around the globe,
through sunset, sunrise all day and night, all sharing the memories that they all created,
Some so long ago, some only yesterday or an hour ago.
I hear the laughter surrounding me as I stare at the stars as they speak to me,
there are so many stories being told to me.
YOU ARE READING
Chemicals
PoetryThere are thoughts in my head laced with chemicals and dread i'll write them all down word for word, in a series of rhymes this way I wont crash and burn. (Trigger Warning)