Finding More Than a StarA Chapter by Constance-OutspokenThis poem was inspired by AK's Dreaming of My Star, which was in turn inspired by Solst's Reaching For a Star, which was originally inspired by Serendipity's Reaching for the Stars- quite a chain of inspiration here.
For centuries it seemed, I searched the heavens Unsure that what I sought could even be Yet resolute that I could seek an eternity If it was necessary to find the light Who would guide my days Sure he must be there Just beyond reach Waiting Hoping Praying Seeking Just as I
Did I need a guide to live and breathe? No, but was I really living? Or only Playing at it for a time? How can one live, really live With only hope and dreams Only prayers and wishes And simple food and drink? I did not live in this Yearnful Mournful Needful Unfulfilled Subsistence
I found him in the rubble, charry from entry With his smile and wit somehow intact In spite of minor damages He lit my soul with a gaze And I became the moon Waxen and full, beaming
For he was not merely a meekly shining star I had dreamt within my longings But the ever-rising sun, so bright It burned the cataracts from my eyes I hadn't known I'd owned
Sometimes the blind Cannot see that they are blinded When they are blinded to the truth Beyond the measure of mere sight
Having found more than I bargained for, I seek now Only every moment I could steal within his aura Resolute to seek an eternity, of course Beside him within the heavens of his gaze I thank God every moment we live We two halves who now are whole Sun and moon, not merely stars And I pray we light the path Others may follow Who are, like we were Waiting Hoping Praying Most yearnfully Mournfully Needfully unfulfilled I pray they will One day go beyond Subsistence And find life Together To light the world
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1 Review Added on February 13, 2010 Last Updated on February 13, 2010 AuthorConstance-OutspokenWho wants to know where I am, when who I am is all that matters?, KSAboutMeh. I write crap. I write crap because I've always been alone. more..Writing
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