I Believe In The Stars

Unintentional. That's the best kind of poetry, I think.

And sometimes the inspiration comes from the moments and the fingers of the least expected..

“I Believe In The Stars”

I believe in the stars

They are opulent

In their staggering beauty

And unlike your heart

They do not lie

Nor do they wander

As I am free-falling

So very far

From the man 

You loved

I spin

And tonight, darling

I am staring at the stars

Breathing in their charm

As if I could live 

On just this

Believe in their spark

And hold on hard

To believing 

In some thing

Once again

You are my 

Stellar marker

My cosmic shard

The light that guides

My blistered hands

From devastated

To inebriated

To celebrating

The reclamation

Of my harp string heart

Free from loving yours

Colored in sin

I believe in the stars

I believe in their spark

I believe, darling

Oh, I believe 

I long to believe

In him

© Brian Milici

March 3, 2015

May you always find your smile.

Author's Note

Feedback, as always, is adored.

Reviews

[Kristan A. Mohammed]

I really liked this piece. Your elegant and charming lingo has such a bold and irresistible effect on the meaning of this write. The imagery is also really good. But somehow I get the impression that this was originally written as a song. Or maybe you had a song stuck in your head while writing it. Especially down to the end. Either way, It's beautiful.
Keep up the good work.

[Brittany Zedalis]

I can't possibly convey just how much I love this poem. The title is what got my attention because there was once a time when I spent hours laying on the ground at night staring up at the stars. I just love how you wove them into this creation.

[Tessa Melendez]

Great poetry!! I like it!

[Brian]

I am honored you think so! Thank you!

[Tessa Melendez]

You're very welcome!! Keep it up! :)

[Chirag Kumar]

Nice work Brian. I appreciate the way in which you have penned down this one. Keep writing more :)

[Brian]

Thank you so much!!

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

Wonderful!
Amazing to the end when the light is gone, but the sparkle remains in the dark indigo canvas.
Your poetry is amazing this time around with structure that carries the eye through it.
Nice white space with well grouped lines.

[Brian]

Thank you so much for the kindness, Josie! I hope you've been well!!

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

My pleasure! I am doing as well as can be expected when it is turning out to be a rough year for me. My hand is healed almost completely now. Life tries to do me in routinely, but I keep fighting. Thanks for inquiring!