Fallen Star

You've been there and back again; 

Out there where the stars roam.

Their glow is still upon your skin 

Moon-face where sun once shone. 

But now your revolutions end 

And you must turn back home. 

You tell wonderful stories 

Of marvels and glories, 

Of dwarfs and giants, and the most brilliant lights

But to your consternation 

This here constellation 

Shines nowhere near as bright. 

You pulse faintly; there are nebulae 

Still woven in your hair 

You can barely breathe; you gasp and wheeze - 

You were made for rarer air. 

You're a diamond in the dirt,

A star upon the earth;

And so much the worse for wear.

Reviews

[Gabrielle Linch]

This is so beautiful. I love this poem so much.

[Alvin L. Kathembe]

Thank you!