Stars
I felt the stars beneath my feet
as I ran, alone, through the night;
heart pounding, lungs heaving,
not thinking, just leaving.
With all of my might,
I ran through the night –
the stars, they carried my feet.
~
I felt the stars uplift my wings
as my feet left ground and met air;
hair flowing, not knowing,
just jumping, just going.
Not a thought, nor care,
my feet met the air –
the stars, they lifted my wings.
~
I felt the stars caress my flesh
as I swam though the cloudless sky;
eyes searching, heart yearning,
wind tearing, head turning.
Mind wondering “why?”
I swam through the sky –
the stars, the warmed my cold flesh.
~
I heard the stars whisper my name
as I rushed through the void with fright;
soul calling, enthralling,
mind reeling, heart falling.
Blinded with fright –
the night stole my sight! –
The stars, they whispered my name.
~
That’s absolutely beautiful. My favorite part about it was the back and forth swaying of the meter. It *almost* felt like a nursery rhyme in its dreamishness. Nicely done (again)!
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January 20, 2012 at 4:47 pm
Haha, it does feel a bit that way, doesn’t it?
Thanks so much for the kind comment! I greatly appreciate it. :)
January 20, 2012 at 6:01 pm
This is absolutely gorgeous! As I write some very fine renaissance lute playing is coming across on the radio… so fitting, such synchronicity. The stars really should whisper your name, fantastic stuff.
January 21, 2012 at 3:23 am
Wow! Thank you so much, David! Really, I very much appreciate it, especially coming from you. I always value your thoughts. :)
January 21, 2012 at 9:24 am
This is beautiful, Tim, and wonderful rhythm, so whimsical~
January 22, 2012 at 7:50 pm
Aww, that’s so much, Lauren! ^_^
January 22, 2012 at 8:46 pm
A beautiful piece. Nice work Tim
January 24, 2012 at 8:08 am
Thank you, Enreal! :)
January 24, 2012 at 9:21 pm
I love the parts about just moving, not thinking. The mind’s tendency to second-guess decisions is a main cause of much of our turmoil. Sometimes it’s best to place our full faith in intuition. :)
Peace & grace,
~Miro
January 25, 2012 at 10:31 am
Thank you, Miro! I agree, and I know from personal experience that overthinking is definitely a downfall of mine.
Thanks for stopping by!
January 25, 2012 at 11:11 am
The repeating of “The stars…” in the last line of every stanza evokes a dreamy sense of comfort, and the way it all ties together at the end is beautiful, I enjoyed reading.
February 1, 2012 at 7:26 pm
Thank you, Cornin, for such a thoughtful reply! I’m glad you enjoyed it. :)
And thanks for stopping by! It was nice to meet you. :)
February 2, 2012 at 12:42 am