A Sky Full of StarsA Poem by peace_love_faithAs the late-evening sun retreated behind the trees And the horizon gave one final burst of colour before it set Darkness soon enveloped the small, sleepy town indeed Giving rise to a thousand glittering stars from the offset Most people were asleep by now, but not one young girl Who sat beside her window, looking up at their brilliance Pondering over these little diamonds that fill the world Like beacons of hope for lost souls, in the distance She delighted in the feeling she had when saw them twinkling above It wasn’t just a feeling of ecstatic enchantment she harnessed But also knowing that millions of strangers could look at them with the same love And feel the same pleasure of serenity and total calmness As she grew older, her fascination for them never faded They gave her hope as she faced new exciting and terrifying possibilities She wondered if anyone was looking at them the way she did every day But she could never know if they were, she thought to herself while sighing How she wished upon those stars that she could find someone In the world to make her forget this residing feeling of loneliness But all she could do was to wait, and wish upon them Preferring to be young and naive, rather than totally hopeless One starry evening, she attended a party with her friends But alone she did feel among these people she hardly knew But look at that over there, a telescopic lense! She walked out into the garden, passing through the passionless people What the curly-haired girl didn’t realise, was the boy behind the lense “Oh!” she gasped, “I’m really sorry, but I didn’t see you there” He reassured her, saying that it was perfectly fine and was not offended And proceeded to show her the constellations in space, elsewhere She had never met someone with such an affinity for stars as herself And delighted in his explanations about the beautiful constellations “I have never met someone so eager to know about the stars”, he said She almost wanted to blush after his spot-on observation But sadly, all good things must come to an end And as the magical evening drew to a close She left the party having made a new and intimate friend She looked again at the stars when she went home She looked at them with enchantment and ecstatic hope © 2015 peace_love_faith |
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