Thursday, October 4, 2012

constellations of thought

the ideas 
are glimmering speckles of light
and together they make 
constellations; 
pictures of stories older than time 
depicted upon the black canvas of the 
sky. 
it's by the stars 
that I make my way through the 
moonless night; 
I'm starstruck by the dazzling lights 
that stretch before me in 
an endless expanse, 
flickering mesmerizingly before my eyes. 
and maybe, just maybe, 
if I stand on my tippy-toes and stretch, 
perhaps I can reach them 
and pull a few down 
to sift through my hands and pick 
which one to change 
into the morning sun.


today is Britain's National Poetry Day! the theme is stars, and I thought it'd be fun to do something :)