The Stars Arise

A poem I thought of in the dying hours of 2010, at least where I was. Hope you like this one!

The Stars Arise

Look above you. 

The stars arise on this glorious night.

Lighting up the sky in all their power and might, 
Like shining beacons of hope so far away. 

Can you feel it?

Can you feel the final hours of this dying year

Slowly ebb away into the past, just left behind?

Can you feel the first hours of this coming year

Bringing all our hopes and dreams for all this time?

We pray that the coming year will be better.

And we make our resolutions, our promises, our trust. 

We say we will all make it out together

And we shall hold on to our dreams, whatever the cost.

But shall our dreams be like fire without fuel?

Unable to sustain itself despite its will to survive

A blazing display of pure force and strength

Reduced to mere ashes and glowing embers?

Or shall they be like the distant stars?

Powerful and brilliant, shining in the dark sky

Not just mere dreams forged into reality

But inspirations too for others lost

That they too, can achieve their destiny.

What further glories await us in these new moments?

Perhaps new love and solace to broken hearts,

And once more the garden of romance shall blossom

As the roses and flowers in the midst of spring,

Happiness and joy, all that love shall bring. 

Perhaps victories anew for the defeated and despairing,

And once more glory shall be bestowed upon us,

Upon the souls who have struggled again and again,

Yet with nothing to show for, their efforts in vain. 

And if and when our dreams do die

Let them not fade out into emptiness

As the glowing embers die out,

But do not give up until the very end,

As the dying  great star tries to its final moments

Before finally exploding into supernova,

Lighting up the Universe in all its fallen glory,

For winners may come and go

But is it not the one who falls bravely

Who lives forever in our hearts?

Our dreams are true. 

And we shall learn from the lessons of life

Smelted in the forge of pain and strife

As our consolations in our difficult days.

Look above you. 

What do you see?

Author's Note

Image taken from http://www.crystalinks.com/supernova.html
As for my references to stars in this poem, supernovae have been known to outshine entire galaxies. Talk about going out in style...
Furthermore, scientists have also proven that elements are actually forged in the cores of dying stars, just like the lessons of life that we learn in difficult times...
And in case any of you are wondering, not all stars burst into supernovae. Only the biggest do so, stars far bigger than our own Sun.
Oh yes, and one last thing. Supernovae seen through telescopes do not look this colourful. They would appear as a very bright dot. The colour will only be seen when footage/satellite images of the supernova are scanned with different waves (radio waves, microwaves, etc) as indications of what's left behind.
Hope you enjoyed this!

Reviews

[CompellingComposer]

Great job, a wonderful work.

"Can you feel it?
Can you feel the final hours of this dying year
Slowly ebb away into the past, just left behind?
Can you feel the first hours of this coming year
Bringing all our hopes and dreams for all this time?"

Love how you wrote this, as well as everything else(:

[HopelesslyDevoted]

this is outstanding! i'm totally blown away by this one! i love the ending too- so powerful! we all see so many different things when we look above us into the great unknown. its an amazing thing to think about, and you wrote it in a beautiful way!

[OT]

a really great poem!!! very evocative with powerful contrasts and well crafted words!! a nice read!!