Written and Copyrighted by: Kaylie Rosenberry 2009'Tears Of Stars
Against this shallow sky
Whose depths I cannot perceive
The stars are tears who infrequently fall
And leave their sparkle in her eyes
Their glittering tails on her cheeks
Scandalized by the blackness
Few people keep their eyes fixed
Most turn away from what they fight
With no clarity on what they face
What could swallow them whole
* * *
And in the morning gleams
Like pearl and golden rivers
The sunrise those distant tears
Praise in the dark.
This dim tumult of awesome beauty
Stark and lovely its contrast
Like rocky, divine-worked rock formations
Stained red even in the shade
And the glistening, diamond dust sands of the sea
In the black deserts they find their reflection
Twinkling back beneath the sun
To their sun-dark skies
* * *
She keeps a weary kinship with those celestial tears
Constant the silent vigil they keep as the nights fill with weighty moments and remembered dreams.
Their aroma sweet like the flower petals as they brush inside the window
And past the gauzy curtains.
Gone are the days past and the days ahead too
When mocked in unfounded hopes cool shadow
What we can want
What we can need
What we can believe
Upon waking slips from our grasp like fog from our fingers.
The fancies of this beating heart
Beyond what her hands can touch
Only in her mind can come to be.
The song of wistfulness
A pillow beneath her fragile cheek
When memories repeated chorus
Is pleasant and precious
Only returnable in sleep
Drops of regret like rain in the sunlight
Thick screen of prismatic color
To flavor memories warm touch
But ill suited to beat the dust
And make remorse rise in clouds.
This swirling tempest to barrage the mind
Make no thought quiet
Bitter mingled with the sweet
The company of angels
Be they black or white Roaring in her soul
* * *
Pausing to make room
For the reflective eye
Hands pressed against the wooden sill
Head bowed
Mind consumed with the dizzying scope
Of nightmare and reality.
The solid, soft grain of the wood
Beneath her rigid hands
The bird song against the morning air
Simple and uncomplicated
The cool, misty air a drink of relief
From the drowning compression of these cerebral wings
...
And there, deeper than these wondering eyes
The essence of the wood beneath her fingers
Or the trilling of mornings song
Is the whisper
In the thoughts, in the dreams,
In the night and in the dark,
In the dawn and in the sea,
And yes, ever in the light from the tears of the stars
You are.
Written: Aug. 25th, 200Written9
Against this shallow sky
Whose depths I cannot perceive
The stars are tears who infrequently fall
And leave their sparkle in her eyes
Their glittering tails on her cheeks
Scandalized by the blackness
Few people keep their eyes fixed
Most turn away from what they fight
With no clarity on what they face
What could swallow them whole
* * *
And in the morning gleams
Like pearl and golden rivers
The sunrise those distant tears
Praise in the dark.
This dim tumult of awesome beauty
Stark and lovely its contrast
Like rocky, divine-worked rock formations
Stained red even in the shade
And the glistening, diamond dust sands of the sea
In the black deserts they find their reflection
Twinkling back beneath the sun
To their sun-dark skies
* * *
She keeps a weary kinship with those celestial tears
Constant the silent vigil they keep as the nights fill with weighty moments and remembered dreams.
Their aroma sweet like the flower petals as they brush inside the window
And past the gauzy curtains.
Gone are the days past and the days ahead too
When mocked in unfounded hopes cool shadow
What we can want
What we can need
What we can believe
Upon waking slips from our grasp like fog from our fingers.
The fancies of this beating heart
Beyond what her hands can touch
Only in her mind can come to be.
The song of wistfulness
A pillow beneath her fragile cheek
When memories repeated chorus
Is pleasant and precious
Only returnable in sleep
Drops of regret like rain in the sunlight
Thick screen of prismatic color
To flavor memories warm touch
But ill suited to beat the dust
And make remorse rise in clouds.
This swirling tempest to barrage the mind
Make no thought quiet
Bitter mingled with the sweet
The company of angels
Be they black or white Roaring in her soul
* * *
Pausing to make room
For the reflective eye
Hands pressed against the wooden sill
Head bowed
Mind consumed with the dizzying scope
Of nightmare and reality.
The solid, soft grain of the wood
Beneath her rigid hands
The bird song against the morning air
Simple and uncomplicated
The cool, misty air a drink of relief
From the drowning compression of these cerebral wings
...
And there, deeper than these wondering eyes
The essence of the wood beneath her fingers
Or the trilling of mornings song
Is the whisper
In the thoughts, in the dreams,
In the night and in the dark,
In the dawn and in the sea,
And yes, ever in the light from the tears of the stars
You are.
Written: Aug. 25th, 200Written9
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