Poem
Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 1:09 pm
[I'll think of a better title soon ]
Yes, Maybe when I look to the stars
I see bad motions, toils, scars
stitched into the sky, untarnished seams
to hold back all our hopes and dreams
in darkest hours I wonder why
I bother to laugh, to smile, to cry
to ponder lover, to feel hate
realationships to blossom, create
when the stars can hang so admirably high
and dangle lifelessly from the sky
and the sky can change
so bright
so dim
and swallow smiles and laughter within
in darkest times, with no reason to rise
I still gaze at these stars and they light my eyes
for in my life I keep the hope
I dream beyond my horrorscope
some days are bright
and full
and high
some days are dark as the changing sky
yet even in the lonesome night
there are still shining stars alight
and my emotions are their plight
for in the highs I rejoice their sight
yet in the lows I deteste their might
Yes, Maybe when I look to the stars
I see bad motions, toils, scars
stitched into the sky, untarnished seams
to hold back all our hopes and dreams
in darkest hours I wonder why
I bother to laugh, to smile, to cry
to ponder lover, to feel hate
realationships to blossom, create
when the stars can hang so admirably high
and dangle lifelessly from the sky
and the sky can change
so bright
so dim
and swallow smiles and laughter within
in darkest times, with no reason to rise
I still gaze at these stars and they light my eyes
for in my life I keep the hope
I dream beyond my horrorscope
some days are bright
and full
and high
some days are dark as the changing sky
yet even in the lonesome night
there are still shining stars alight
and my emotions are their plight
for in the highs I rejoice their sight
yet in the lows I deteste their might