Thursday, October 4, 2012

constellations of thought

the ideas 
are glimmering speckles of light
and together they make 
pictures of stories older than time 
depicted upon the black canvas of the 
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 :)