I suppose you were lost --

lost to the stars, that is;

It has always been that way.

When no-one else could find their way

in this big, dark, unknowable world,

You alone guided us all, unknowingly becoming

our saving light.

There is much you don't know

about life and light alike. 

But I supposed you never asked

to be a leader either --

You never asked

for our simple naivete

to imprint upon you;

To follow where ever you lead

despite you yourself not knowing

Where the stars would lead you.

You have always been lost to the stars

Even as we sat by fire-light -- 

Yes, and we have all lost you with time

Now we sit, alone in this cold fire-light

We have lost our glowing starlight

We are now alone.

~~~~~~~~~

Half-inspired by peppermint's last poem! It had such a pretty, magical campfire-at-night-glow to it; which then led me down that thought process, while also tied to the stars. (0///w///0)

Silence rings, deafening to dead ears

Grey-filled eyes, thoughts lost to their peers.

Cold and dark -- then, ever darker

How can one like this learn, ever become smarter? 

Maybe that is it, why they sound those deafening bells

Perhaps that explains their burning those bloodless shells. 

They want to to end, silent and dreary,

All while eyeing the coffins, prejudiced and far too weary. 

There are three types of people--

Those alive, those dead,

And those lost at sea, they say.

The clouds now darken, 'round the falling steeple,

As I lift up my head, thinking of words I never said

The boat pulls away from the bay.

All that happens is a faint ripple-ripple; 

Soon it'll be to late, to the dragons they'll be fed;

'Cause now there is no hero, destined to forever-slay.

You dance to a song

The world does not dare to hear

Alone in this silent realm

Unburdened by petty inhibitions or fear;

How do you continue on

Each day yet another butterfly-dance?

While with your shining light 

You give us hope that we still have another chance.

~~~~~~~~~~

If you can't tell, I've been heavily into rhyming poetry once more. :p

a breath of wind

snowflakes dance outside the window, and

i

am

okay.

i

am

enough.

wind chimes echo my melody, 

singing to the tune of summer,

though it is still snowing. they make me feel whole.

tops of trees, stretching to the sun.

they will never make it, but they still try.

it could be tragic, but instead it is beautiful, 

because the sun gives the trees what they need

even from a distance.

discolored bricks, cracks running through. 

i am a part of history,

grey-white skies filled with birds, 

squawks fading into the distance as i stand knee deep in 

freezing cold water.

the world is silent and motionless. 

i 

am

okay.

i

am

enough.

i smile and close my hands around the empty air,

bring a breath of wind home with me for my dresser.

and snowflakes dance outside my window,

beautiful little things caught up in fleeting gusts of wind.