The Isle of Fallen Stars
The stars fell from the sky today:
I watched them fall from far away.
And though I traveled long to see,
To find the wastes where they might be,
I felt instead the ocean’s spray.
And so I sailed--the stars to find--
'Twould ease the sadness in my mind.
When seeing far a distant isle,
I gained it with travail and trial
And found the dreams I left behind.
Unknownst to me, immortals planned,
Where stars and dreams and Heavens spanned,
That when my dreams did fade from sight,
So fell the stars from darkest night
To shatter on this barren land.
Eternity has passed my eyes,
And smothered all my soulless cries.
I shake my fists at nighttime--clenched
For whom--or why--the stars were wrenched
As music born of Heaven dies.
But on this isle of dreams, I stay
Whilst toiling both night and day,
To knit together the torn seams,
Will piece together all my dreams,
No longer wishing them away.
Then here I will more lifetimes spend;
All my days ‘til Time’s own end,
To pick the stars up where they lie
Then place them back into the sky
So dreams to others they may lend.
We talked unknownst to each other, that,
All hell would break loose.
What could possibly come of two talking in harmony?
Us, filmy for a film even,
Shattered beyond cry or wail.
Crying for spilt milk is adagedly a vestige
The value of milk spilt resurfaces only then,
And crying for lost value,
Is it a vestigial adage too?
After all, none can rue when they have what they crave,
Two people desperate for each other,
One voluntarily cocooning, the other involuntarily so,
Nothing of what we had felt fake,
Though people make it out to be.
Trust, on which everything should be based so,
Even that ensured,
Neither of us get why each of us is separate.
All four desperately wanting the other,
Too egoistic to spell it out
And yet still confined,
And shackled to persons they bear less of the love to,
Or is that false?
I walk to the place I laughed the most wholly
With stars in my hair and holding a dripping ice lolly
I look to the days when laughter was just gay
when true to her word mum was just a shout away
Holding onto memories, rejoicing in my past
Alas I have forgotten about this day that has past
My children I watch with a numbed expression
Wet cheeks abound in this selfmade prison
I fear not what may happen but build a masked exterior
Depressed and saddened I awaken in this manner
Angst and bleak I sleep with this dilemma
Yet unknownst I hold onto this past long unveiled
Begone unhappiness rejoice in these here times
Look to their future, for my progeny it will rewind
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