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 :)
