Stardust

10/28/14

I miss you the way stardust just missed our eyes

We caught but a glimmer but still have monochromatic filters- nearly blind

But on each eclipse I sit and kiss the sky

And send you a smile through space and time

On my better days they catch me walking high up on the ledge, mistaken for falling when I’m trying to fly

But gravity rides me and self-expression is dead

Needless to say paranoia is infectious

 

Inherently I’m in debt for my existence

When all I have are rain boots and puddles

I want nothing more other than my guardian the sky

I’ve only borrowed carbon and oxygen but they’re gifts I’ll give back

So why do they try to enslave my soul?

Sell me to the workforce to pay to breathe

When I have nebulae to dance and glide through

 

Anyway I miss you

You’re the sun and I’m the moon

Though everyone would think the opposite

You’re mellow and cold and I have warm energy

But the moon is more faithful to the sun and that’s why I’m the moon.

You want to burn and forget and pretend you feel alive and I just want to find you even if from a

distance to reflect your light, so I can feel alive too

I’ll always be in your orbit

 

Let’s be frank you’re fancied and I just have a wild imagination

So I’ve reverted back in time to a more pure and innocent side of me

A child who knew not of the darkness but the planet’s that speckled the atmosphere

I suppose that’s what got me here in the first place

But the quintessential start of a transcendental heart is founded on the nature of existence being

beautiful despite the warnings to keep away from the wolves

He was a beautiful wolf

He had only seen too much

I’m still grappling with my disgust that they labeled him a danger

But even harder, that he was

 

It’s not one of my better days and I’m looking for a bath of sunshine

To walk across the sunset on the horizon

To wait for my guardian to embrace me with twilight because

I miss you the way stardust just missed our eyes

We caught but a glimmer but still have monochromatic eyes- nearly blind

But on each eclipse I sit and kiss the sky

And send you smiles through space and time

It’s not one of my better days and they catch me walking high up on the ledge

Mistaken for flying when this time I’m trying to fall

Reviews

[Chris]

It's not the I-told-ya-so's that bite as much as it's your having to realize on your own that you saw the train coming and its derailing and couldn't change a thing.

The third stanza came across as soooo real.

The last stanza could have been my own goodbye to a person you'd have appreciated knowing.

[Kahtia Howard]

How do you feel about the stanza's Chris? Another reviewer said they should be broken up more, do you agree? Your first thought is pretty accurate to my process of understanding in life. I saw it coming, but I couldn't change a thing. Thank you for reviewing again!

[Chris]

As an a person we need to define as WE feel is needed... length gives a better chance for depth and clarity IF we don't alienate the reader. Here I didn't feel alienated at all - was like looking through a window as life happened. I hope that helps.

[Kahtia Howard]

It did :) You speak a strange language that I think I understand, thank you!

[Chris]

I do speak my mind...

[Chris]

and welcome

[Lyn Anderson]

A beautiful poem, with a lot of great word usage and vivid images. I might consider breaking up the stanzas a bit more, but poetic license prevails. A sense of longing, loss, and wonderment in this piece.

[Kahtia Howard]

I had fought with myself a little on whether I should break them up more, especially in the last stanza. Thank you for the suggestion and thank you for reviewing!

[Lyn Anderson]

Your first instinct was correct, I think.