Shining Starlight
Daytime has downgraded joys into sorrow and fearful shadows lead the way
The stars above have abandoned me and heaven has closed down for repairs
Once there had been a comet a rising star lighting up my Universe of passion
Yesterday’s memories have crashed yet again and spun out of firm resolution
A whole galaxy descended light years of pain extinguished the flickering candle
I am hiding under linen covered refuge wrought in bedlam’s unkind asylum
A dissident I am a migrant into an underworld of forgotten shine and glitter
At least the wicked wick did not set fire to my blanket of despondent retreat
And yet the last drop of wax has sealed my fate and glued me into inaction
Better get used to night vision with a last pillow of hope suffocating the beams
Print of ragged sheets and duvets torn from tumbles and turns in shearing unrest
Depict what once was ‘The Little Prince’ with a rose and wise shelter but now
The earth has turned flat and starlight misses the point of reflection and calm
Eiderdown is floating into surreal dust balls icily shunned by crass darkness
Flaked dreams have turned into nightmares and the pills simply don’t work
If I could only make it to the therapist’s couch crouching like moth eaten lowlife
Or towards the fridge for a starter maybe a change of sack cloth or a shower
But the cooler is empty and for fortune’s sake the gas in the oven has run dry
Sometimes it helps if you can’t pay the bills and in my mind the rafters are
Nibbled by wood worm at the centre where the chandelier awaits precariously
Twinkle twinkle from afar your lack of rays is so bizarre in void’s belting jar
Stars are meant to travel in my vacuous black hole devoid of all relevant matter
By now threadbare quilts of discomfort have carved islands of desolation so large
That the gloomy ocean of surrender is exposed in overspread emptiness cut open
Resembles a laser diamond cutting into a star shaped retreat from eternal retreat
With a Big lightening Bang the ceiling crashed and my eyes unused and weary
Bleared out from the chaos and thanks God for the ripped sheets of depression
Resemble cataracts surgically removed and cascades' gushing tide’s many moons
It dawned on me in a flash that the starlight had always been there patiently
Waiting for dimmed dereliction to recover star light from the far end of my tunnel
16th April 2019
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2019
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