Stardust & Streelights

i’m standing on a balcony far from home

and as it grows dark,

the night a dark veil wrapping around me,

the stars seem so much brighter.

 i wonder

if it’s just the comparison between night and day

or if they’re really shining brighter for me.

 

the streetlights are burning,

dimming,

and praying to burn through the night.

the stars look down and pity them.

 

the clouds are moving quickly tonight,

no time to waste.

wispy dark coals migrating,

i wonder if it will rain.

 

and i wonder if, when the rain falls,

it will fall across the city as stardust.

 

i wonder if love will happen

and trees will open their minds and their leaves

and we’ll breathe in music

and i won’t need words anymore,

and we’ll become stardust, too.

 

i wonder if we’ll climb the branches of the trees,

and we’ll ascend to the sky,

and we’ll be stars once again.

 

i’ve been standing on this balcony far from home

the sky is tinted with the nascent sun,

and the streetlights have long since dimmed

and the stars have faded into the morning

but unlike the streetlights,

the stars are no dimmer than before;

in fact, they’re sitting in the sky as I think these thoughts

omnipresent and watchful,

looking down upon their stardust.

 

i share a meaningful look with a streetlight

and it flickers momentarily.

 

and that’s when the streetlight realizes

that it is made of stardust, too.

 

5/18/09