This light is different.
It did not blow me away,
It was the twinkle of a star above me,
Which watched over me all day.
The deeper I gazed into the star,
The brighter it seemed to glow back,
And I could see it in the bright daytime,
Or when my world was completely black,
One day the star dislodged itself,
From the place I had known it to be,
And a few things scared me then:
Had it gone or was it simply never for me?
The sun had not risen on my world yet,
It barely provided any light,
And I saw the flash of my shooting star,
With a feeling of bliss and not one of fright.
The star spiralled towards me,
The wind blew through my hair,
I gasped as the feeling of love struck me,
And filled my lungs with fresh cool air.
In an instant the world was revealed to me,
Pink clouds and golden linings from afar,
Thick emerald grass and baby blue skies,
This is the world of my star.
For Mr. Crayford
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Behind Ocean Eyes
PoesíaA collection of various types of poetry from experiences and feelings.
