Dancing Stars
With my amethyst obelisk
carved into a sword
i wipe the tears spotless.
Under the violet red sky
i wrung out the stars,
my thoughts spinning,
inside open jars.
the fireflies release
the truth wondering why...
My tears fall on the petals,
they catch the light and darkness,
with only light being triumphant,
the seeds it plants
are abundant.
My haven branches over,
i tread through deserts
only to find a youth
inside the old.
the aging trees
cannot hold still,
when the stars are shooting
across another dimension.
With open words
my scream fades when daylight
is finished.
When i finish my tune
under whispering stars,
the breeze whispers love
after i pull out my blossoms
out of my life.
My salty fists
clench open the sky,
i taste the beauty
inside the flower's still life.
Memories of yesterday
hold stiff locking themselves
under nightfall gazes,
tomorrow remembers
the dancing trees,
and the shooting stars,
when i know
i finished building my nest,
Christ can plant my tree
and fill my life rest.
Copyright © Samantha Miller | Year Posted 2015
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