A bucket of stars

A Poem by Allie

To me she carries a bucket of stars

To me she carries a bucket of stars.
She hands them out
One by one
Like droplets of gold spun by the moon,
She spills them occasionally
And they float out like dust
Like water from a glass
Like metal beginning to rust.
She handles them with grace
She takes them one by one
She whispers quietly as they shine
She tells a story to melt the dawn.
The stars begin bright white
But they take the words
And make them theirs
And spin through yellow to gold,
They laugh and splutter
And blurt out to the dark.
They tell secrets like they're free
They tell of love from decades past
They bear faces and names
That will never last
And they are non the wiser.
When the velvet mists to blues
And yellows creep through the cracks
She bumbles along with her bucket
Collecting the stars as they start to yawn and nap.
They clamber into her arms
And tell her of their dreams
They stretch and mumble
And sigh in their sleep
And the darkness closes its eyes
Melting into the daylight.

© 2017 Allie

Author's Note

Who needs lines with matching syllables anyway...

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Shy Joe

Beautifully done! Your creative imagination really shines here. I did catch one misspelling: (bear) should be (bare) in the "They bear faces and names" line.

I truly envy the way you instill imagination in your poems. May the collecting of your stars never end. Thank you for sharing.