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The stars watched us realize our insignificance Centered in their universe, while we spin around An inky night sky, aglow, with the pulsing night Against a fervent night sky they pulse with a fire We yearned for their brilliant heat- we never will feel. Caught like flies; fooled by strands of a spider’s silky web We lie disoriented against manicured lawns; speechless The gravity of distance, weighing heavy against our hearts Bleeding tears of longing begot from this awareness of loss. With the inconclusiveness of consequences still pending The skies’ bruised slate gives rise to the light of a new day |
Each night is unique, and its night sky spectacular and special; and each night ends with the dawning of yet another new day! I especially liked: "With the inconclusiveness of consequences still pending The skies’ bruised slate gives rise to the light of a new day" Nice work, pretty lady! | Posted on 2010-07-09 00:00:00 | by Ron Cole | [ Reply to This ] | This really caught my attention, I really loved the vocabulary used in this work. Might I ask what was it that made you write this? | | Posted on 2010-07-07 00:00:00 | by cherrywillow | [ Reply to This ] | |