Counting the StarburstsA Poem byOne, two, three. It's great to be alive, living in harmony.
I watch before me
A dazzling light-show Sparks flying high and low Magically delightful I reach my hand to the night Hoping to feel a spark Ignoring my own conscious As it whispers not to be foolish in the dark I open my mouth My tongue tasting the powder The lovely melody so loud But I just lay here... Growing more fascinated by the hour. My heart pounding in my chest Imagining myself flying freely Pushing aside all of life's stress. I almost cannot stop myself From having an overreaction The fantastic light are calling to me now I want to join them with burning passion The world around me Realizing that I'm running out of time I start counting my starbursts The booming ringing like a chime And I'm about to satisfy its thirst. Life, itself, is gone So it seems Not a soul to reach I'm not safe until dawn For the power of their instruments Controlling me with its charm Barely anything left of my resistance As I'm left alone to be fed by its swarm.
© 2012Author's Note
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