On a Star

Reality is overrated.
I live on a star,

Where we dance all the time
Barefoot and clothed in long feathers of light

There is no dull, only extraordinary

Life on this star is an endless symphony

Everchanging from lullaby to enterprise to sorrow

In joy we blissfully burn, but when meloncholy we glow
Everything has a special shine that doesn't exist on your Earth
There is no death, only birth

Sometimes we leap off to swim in the black of the sky

There is no depression; only calm, bittersweet tears do we cry

There is no speech, only song

On this star is where I belong.

Reviews

[Suditi]

Beautiful.
The first and the last line.." There is no speech, only song" are my favorite.
The entire poem is so mesmerizing..I wanna live on this star!!

[Archia]

This makes me want to be on that star, it sounded so beautiful. I loved that first line, it opened it nicely for the rest.

[Sasha Moser]

Wow...I was really moved by this poem. Such a great choice of words. B-E-A-utiful.