Written 6 April 2026 for Stars or Home Poetry Conteat Sponsored by Ink Empress
sometimes I follow faded stars once grand glittering giants that hung like beaming beacons in the inky deep to goad tireless truthful travellers reach their desired destination amidst odds and vicissitudes of a hectic life I tread a ridge overlooking a silent serene slumbering village to glean a better view of its still shining silhouette glowing in the horizon while others deep asleep dream of what the morn will bring in its crystal plate whether golden shine or wild whirling winds while trudging along the path laid with thistles, thorns and trees distant memories haunt the seams of my mind no longer burning with fierce desire yet holding silent ambers of former fervent flames that once swept my mind with warm waves of mellowing grace though long faded now their ghosts of fire still shine emitting a gentle glittering glow that guides our life eases the pains of sorrow rains joy and mirth in our midst with their sparkling legacy scattered like spinning stardust on a shining silver sky but never truly dying. they still linger in twilight`s soft and smooth sky a shining echo conquering even death for though the brightest star must fade from view the wide stretch of the firmament holds their memory a twinkle in the silent haze the light that guides us through the lonely days a quiet spirit in the vast expanse, an integral part of the cosmic, everlasting dance.
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