The Stars

The Stars

A Poem by The Word Alchemist

I had never seen the stars before

Until this night.

The glorious amount of dazzling sparkle

lit up the air with mystery.

 

It was wondrous.

It was breath taking.

It was awe striking.

 

They made me question my world as I knew it.

What would it be like to go back?

Back to when every place on earth looked exactly like this.

 

What would the world be like if it all blacked out for

just one night?

Would the cities fall silent?

 

Would the children growing up in places like New York City

or Paris, France become wide eyed with the gleam of the sky?

Would they even be able to wrap their heads around the

mesmerizing sight of the Milky Way as it swishes around?

 

What would my home look like without the lights?

Would we all stop and stare?

Would there be one night where everyone left their houses

just to see the way the cosmos glistened?

 

Would the eyes of every human growing up in a world with no stars suddenly open to realize

the beauty of this world?

Or would they all just let their minds flutter off?

 

It seemed as though mine was.

Because I'd never seen the stars before

until this night.

 

The stars,

Speckles of white plastered before me on a whole black canvas.

The stars,

Shining dots dangling in front of me by strings unseen from a dark tinted ceiling.

 

The stars,

The stars,

Oh, the stars.

© 2014 The Word Alchemist


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These lines described the stars very well,
"It was wondrous.
It was breath taking.
It was awe striking."

~Yvette

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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