Faint Stars Of A Bleary Sky
Faint stars of a bleary sky
don't show the brilliance of clouds
witnessed by the shining eyes
of an inquisitive boy
who lived under them dreaming
and moved by absolute fascination;
he was alone admiring
a firmament too grand
to be comprehended
by an adolescent mind
immersed in sheer contemplation.
Who has a vivid remembrance
of the depth of embittered regrets,
more aware of the passing time
than youth and time never attest?
Who has reflected upon these
and not felt a nostalgic wish to relive
what was too beautiful to be taken away
by fate which never poses to give one
a minute to breathe with ease
and dream according to age?
Who has thought of his mortality
and realized how brief is existence
lived with purpose or none?
I pondered on it continuously
and accepted its accountability
had I come short of my intent!
Faint stars and a bleary sky repress light
and hide the splendor seen on clear nights,
bleariness diminished the intense awareness
of the senses and being overwhelmed
by feelings of discontent, it remains distressed...
until that sunrise gleams invade and delight!
I would have renounced this life
to save someone else about to die
and get the laurel of heroism
that many want without a sacrifice;
I would have given my breath
to let another person succumbed
to a tragic and rare circumstance
regardless of human strength,
live more days that cruel fate
would never have allowed;
don't quick decisions contradict
the dominant altruism?
Let those faint stars scatter through a midnight storm,
no memory of a bleary sky must hang on thoughts;
my youth was joyful searching for lively rainbows,
for adventurous dreams that fantasy couldn't transform!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2021
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