Star Flower

I cast my eyes up to the charred skies
as stars begin to blossom,
like thousands of tiny flowers
glistening with dew greeting the morning sun.

Their petals bloom and retract,
brightening and dimming unpredictably
like so many uncontrolled flames-
the synapses in my head reflecting back at me.

They seem to fall back and forth-
small pendulums of light-
becoming brighter with every cycle,
never reaching their end,
always seeking newer

and greater heights.

Reviews

[Gamma2005]

I really like how you compared stars to flowers. There's a nice flow to your poem.