The Constant Stars

What kind of aging poet would I be
without constant mention of the stars?
I step out into the balmy night
and there they shine in silent harmony
Beautiful tiny lamp posts of my dreams
filling my eyes with impossible things
I step out into the freezing cold
and there they are still, those beacons of old
Spinning out
from ancient times
Pouring down
to light our future
Tiny miracles littered across the sky
Their hugeness fills worlds we could never fathom
and their frozen nectar, gleaming across our hearts
gives us hope so that we have a future
Brings me to my knees
Crawling beneath those cosmic rays
as the sacred past and mysterious future
melds into one unending perfectly merciless moment
Something so constant, dependable
yet changing on scales so grand we could hardly notice
That’s the closest I’ve ever come here to eternity


About Unsungpoet

Life-long poet, numerologist, author of other previously unpublished works :)
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5 Responses to The Constant Stars

  1. onlinefunland says:

    Lovable and awesome lines- feel Touched!

  2. onlinefunland says:

    You are most welcome-!

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