Guardian Star

A little piece that I had forgotten I had written some time ago.

The stars o'erhead glint like eyes,

Watching the world as she sleeps.

Waiting for any who endangers the lives,

Of people who plant in her soil and reap.

The cold of the evening has settled in nice,

And it creeps through my fingers and toes.

But I will linger some more, 'til my breath turns to ice,

And the stars have hearkened my woes.

For these small, glowing things,

Can make your heart sing,

And spew out the most honest of tales.

For the beauty they hold,

Is more precious than gold,

And you know, though they die, they still hail.

A listening thing, the stars always are,

A vibrant and sorrowful bunch.

The ghosts of the past, alive in the grave,

They're not there, but that's only a hunch.

So if your mind weighs you down,

Just look up and you've found,

A friend, and a guardian too.

They shall never betray,

'Till their dying day,

In your heart you will know it is true.

Reviews

[Vandana Sharma]

Some people in real llife too can be our guardians , protecting and guiding us.

[Joshua W. Harris]

Of course they can! This piece is not to say that the stars are our only guardians, but only there to say they are indifferent, and they are there. So when you are down and feel alone, all you have to do is look up and there is always something there to listen and never betray. ^__^

[Pax]

This piece provides hope for us your readers, it made me thing of an gaudian angel up above or made me look up and hope for a better day. a very expressive piece!

[Joshua W. Harris]

I am glad that my poem can inspire hope in you, or give you a feeling of a brighter, better day ahead. We should all have that sort of hope, and we all need to feel like someone is watching over us now and then, too. =]

[Pax]

yes, it rubs the feeling on me... we all needed to hope for a better tomorrow... :)