The Boy With The StarA Poem by Megan E TwenterOut of the bad comes good And out of the good comes bad And out of every happy moment May come a little sad And every time the sun shines There blows a little breeze And with the spring and a little rain Is the coming of the leaves And out of every winter There comes a little snow But when I look up, I cannot see From where it is that this wind blows Across the lake, there is an island Deserted and so cold But I went there once a upon a time In a dream that was so bold And on that little island I met a child with a star He handed it over with such delight In hopes of it traveling far I asked him, “where do you come from?” And he looked at me and laughed He said, “with all the trees, and the birds, and the bees, Our destinies are never mapped.” And as I sat and pondered, while he sat and stared It came to me, that in this dream Finding such a star was rare So I put it in my pocket And sailed as far as I could flee But when I reached the edge of the lake There was nothing there to see The cities were burned to ashes And the sky was filled with soot When I looked back behind me There were fires ablaze with each step I took It started to get dark and cold I couldn’t see a thing I put my hands deep in my pockets And felt a little sting Only then did I remember When the world was burning down That I was given a gift of light To burn through the darkness that surrounds And as I tossed the star as high as I could I suddenly jolted awake I could hear you breath, see that you were with me And that if we were cartographers together, our maps would build forever © 2012 Megan E Twenter |
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