The smiles of faraway shining friends,
constellations threaded throughout the infinite pallette of the deepest blue,
celestial beings,
years away from the ground on which I stand.
Astronomical orbs of untouchable light,
beautiful against the evening sky,
nobody can catch them, cage them, contain them,
a star belongs to no one but the universe.
Truly like a person,
some young, some old, some in between,
quietly observing, but still twinkling bright,
they are born, and then they shall die.
Watching the adventurous late night wanderers,
they are wishing upon the flecks of glimmer that decorate our sky,
hoping for dreams and love and health,
they wish every night.
Do you see the midnight companions?
grinning down from their thrones of dark light,
chase them, until you have made it until dawn.
Can you see me?
I'm just there, atop the brightest star in the galaxy.
11/12/2020.
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Poems
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