Finding More Than a Star

Finding More Than a Star

A Chapter by Constance-Outspoken

This 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
Seeking

Most yearnfully

Mournfully

Needfully unfulfilled

I pray they will

One day go beyond

Subsistence

And find life

Together

To light the world

 

 



© 2010 Constance-Outspoken


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I had to reach into your archives cause I missed your poetic wisdom and creativity... glad I landed on this one... we all have our comfort zones for reasons but real fulfillment is found in what we do outside that box... just like love we have types we are attracted to but it is the one we never expected that completes our love...
my favorite lines form this are

Sometimes the blind
Cannot see that they are blinded
When they are blinded to the truth
Beyond the measure of mere sight

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Who wants to know where I am, when who I am is all that matters?, KS



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