I
As I stare at the sky
and look at the stars,
they cut cleanly across the night
like a knife
with their light.
II
What is it inside
of them that makes them shine?
How do these starry flowers,
always keep blooming
and shining?
III
They share their fairy-dust
from their land
of Neverland,
full of trust;
always flying with happiness.
IV
They’re always giving,
always sharing, always loving.
They do not care
if melted-drops of diamonds are everywhere
from the skies that wept.
V
They do not care if the tears,
fall down and are like liquid black-holes
that they could step on and fall in.
They don’t care if the storms blow in,
trying to put them down on the ground.
VI
They still still sing
the songs of the angels.
They still fly with hidden wings.
Is it because they have the joy
of the Lord in them?
VII
What is it that’s illuminating
inside of them?
How they shine
and how they smile?
And how they echo with laughter.
VIII
Haven’t you ever wondered,
about that sweet twinkling sound
that fills the air in the eve -
isn’t it them laughing?
They have joy in the darkness
because they know morning is coming.
IX
They sing with happiness!
They fall down from awe,
when they see their Creator!
The sound of laughter fills them,
from the babies’ first laughs
and from the joy of God crashing over them.
X
I stare wide-eyed
like a child
when I see those glowing-spheres,
and I can’t help but think
about the powerful Maker of the stars
when I see the stars.
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Poetry
PoetryJust a book of poetry that I've already written and some poems that I've recently written that I'll share. They're not in order, so warning, haha. Poetry is just where I feel like I can really be me and be real and where I can really talk. ~ ~ ~ Co...
