Pierce
this
vale of
far darkness
with the flame that lives
within your ever moving soul.
The wish of a star can never be told in silence
but if they could speak I'd imagine they'd wish upon a soul that someone might tell them
'sweet star burn bright at night! Burn free and clear and show us the way to our own heart's desires'… at least I can dream it that way for my milky way.
And if the stars wondered what I might wish upon them, I'd whisper so softly 'I want to know how brightly you burn up close and happily do call me Icarus that I, too may meet my fate at the hands of unbridled joy!
Awed
blest
star-struck
divinely
I’m gripped with hope’s bliss
sublimely glowing from heaven, sparkling bright
midst divine engagement that radiates parents' love…
…engulfing me in their presence, warming my heart, kindling home's bond, always lingering…
…yearning for eternal reunion beyond celestial glory while fulfilling stewardship duties devoid of ephemeral gain…
…upheld by faith’s strength, believing in God’s promise, asserting this Scriptural truth: "And they that be wise shall shine as the brightness of the firmament; and they that turn many to righteousness as the stars for ever and ever."
Dark.
Void.
Burning
all alone
whispering to night.
Remember ancient golden dust,
drifting across the velvet shores of forgotten space,
longing for the distant, devastated worlds they once cradled in silent, blinding light.
Every undefined flicker is a teardrop of purified silver, falling through the endless, empty gulfs where no one ever answers back.
Trapped inside their heavy, illuminated cages of dying fire, they reach out across the impossible expanses of time to touch the phantom shadows of ancient sister spheres that crumbled into stardust long ago.
He
was
once my love
with a brilliant smile
radiating to me his warmth
I got lost in the celestial beauty of his eyes
My glittering star that wandered in from afar -
From what galaxy could he have come?
I look up now to all those diamond clusters
clinging to the ebony night, remembering
his fond embrace and my heavenly delight
I'm lost in the glitter of those stars, knowing
my seeing him again is as remote a chance as
their distance from me. Stardust memories!
Oh, that he'd fall from a saudade of stars;
I could feel again the magic of his touch
pale
stars
twinkle
wistfully
weaving timeworn tales
with magic moonbeams and stardust
seeped in nostalgic reveries across the dark space
children stargaze as mothers create myths
about how their ancestors watch over them
lovers sit under the stars listening to the silver
serenade of midnight, where soft secrets
remain unspoken in the still silence
and a poet pens pensive verses about
the inky moonlight, and the muted starlight
in the velvety darkness, as the silken
shadows dance, creating halcyon
hallucinations of celestial serenity.
Our
paired
essence
interweaves
the longing of stars
with calypso of enticed night,
creates concerto of stardust in garden of night
where timeless yearning written on stars weaves constellation lattice in my starlit sky.
Through diaphanous resolute psyche in ordained orbit, I follow faded stars, forecasting the fate of the
lost galaxy of love.
Following the existential stellar essence across the cosmic emptiness to where the stars disappear I
trace the beauty of memory, glowing like the sinking stars in the remains of everything that was once mine.
The
stars
twinkle
like your eyes
did when you loved me
so long ago, so far away~
you said you would come for me wherever I waited,
but the jealous stars stole you somewhere between dusk and dawn while I slept; why did I sleep?
Do you not hear it
a-whisper in the trees
smell it
a perfume on the wind
Can you not see it
Sunset’s auric angel
Shimmering
In feathery flames
Can you not feel
Its cloud-like touch
A wisp of memory
Do you not reach
To touch its passing shadow
Embrace its endless song
Written: August 6, 2026 for a contest sponsored by Hiya Sharma
Checked by: HMS.COM: 1 / 1 / 2 / 3 / 5 / 8 / 13 / 21 / 34 / 55 syllables
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star
ache
bloom dust
gold sheath sigh
blue dreams sway in dusk
mauve lily hums a revered calm
ruby-lotus aureole threads through memory's web
serendipitous harmony stirs up a mellifluous pot of hush catharsis
amethyst bloom shadows stipple the nighttime memorial, where the endless return breathing pirouette in surreptitious reflection.
stars—maculate, circumspect in their sepalled brilliance—frolicking beyond oncology, beyond every pernicious maelstrom, enticing sapient ache of longing with a wanton yet lucid aplomb that outlasts the night.
My
core
eludes
convinced I’m
under a moonspell’s
magnetic pulse anchored within
across bossa nova sambas strummed on nylon strings
luminous is this moonflower’s white petals contrast the deeming darkness
under a saudade of stars symmetry an opus pleasant to the ear, there in lateral
is my b u r i e d s o u l in s o i l so l o v e ’s d e e p s t e m s s t e a m ~
into sweet fragrance lingering in dawn’s ensemble, I its exhibit an external bloom only at night’s crescent-lit grace, strands of opalescent pearls, jewels face up, yet my thirst is still unquenched,
e a c h
n
i
g
h t a r
e
n
e
w a l
Stars
Bloom
Spring's gone
Still they wink
Blind to our lost love
Yet we cherish ancient starlight
Now we see them as they were millions of years ago.
Yet we love them like flowers we dry and keep
in glass vases long after spring has passed.
For longing is not missing what may be
gone; its the light, the memory, the
echo, made more powerful because
we know they may have gone.
So when we gaze at stars,
living and dead, that
are still shining, it's
like planting our
dried flowers back
into the garden,
trusting forgotten
seeds will blossom
among the
cherished beauty
we already
know forever
at heart.
I
roam
alone
where the ghosts
cannot touch my spark,
nor steal the sear of soaring moon,
for I am the violet zenith of an arcane
chimera aching and breathing in the afterglow of primordial love magic ~
and in the saudade of stars, I held my muse… as tonight, I need you a little closer than the homesick heat kissing this soul in silence,
as I no longer weep as a victim of the devil’s weak harbingers, camouflaged in color-drifting liquid currents of lethal lapis blue, as if these sighs of forgiveness resemble the face of a fool’s paradise…
Alone amid the milieu of trees
the forest strips me of identity,
as easily as autumn fells a leaf.
The mist of saudade pursues me,
not for lost kin,
nor for empty home,
but for the stranger
I once called 'myself',
that I once thought I knew
now poised on the brink of being, Alone!
Hours pass, days pass,
eternities travel...
Life sings the same
old song...
Music of our lives...
Happiness-little bird released
that we still want to catch with our hands...
without the same skills...
Beautiful times that now we only remember,
between whispers and faded sighs...!
longing is an ab imo pectore link between distant kindred souls...
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