The StarsA Poem by Megan BlancA poem about being in love with the stars
What a disappointment it was to fall in love with the stars as a child, and then learn how much math it takes to get to them
Some of us get to them But those who can’t, dream. We write poems about how they are life and love and beauty. We paint murals to depict what we dream they are. We find starlight in our lives In fireflies In lights In our lovers eyes We promise those lovers the sun, the moon and the stars. We promise or children that they can touch the stars And they can The lights we yearn for every warm summer night in a field of tall grass is the same light that we feel in our lovers hands and our children’s laugh. We are made of stars Our bodies burn with their fire We touch the stars the day we are born We are the stars © 2016 Megan BlancReviews
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