Absent Stars

And who has swept the stars away

not one remains in sight?

Too eager with their bristle brush

they've cleaned the sky at night.

So all those clustered gems I love

which give me peace of mind,

are huddled in an unknown place

that torchlight can not find.

A canvas stretches end to end

devoid of silver light.

The moon has left, those sparklers gone

will no one hear my plight?

If I should ask or make a wish

or plead for compromise,

will someone spare two tiny stars

and place them in my eyes?

Reviews

[Soren]

Taken literally, I too miss the stars. I remember when young going to the mountains with no outside light and seeing so many stars, now all gone due to light pollution. But figuratively, I feel that the present has taken the stars from our eyes with its form of light pollution. Nicely done Chris.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Soren. I appreciate the thoughts you have shared here. All the best.

Chris

[Onlyme]

This is dreamy, enchanting and magical all filled into one beautiful poem.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Dawn. Pleased you enjoyed the read.

Chris

[Najam Us Saher]

I love to read about stars. This poem is very unique, I have never read such.
I would love to be a star to fall as a comet so that you wish upon.
I will love to be the star to hear your thoughts.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you for your kind response.

Chris

[Najam Us Saher]

It was my pleasure reading this.