The Stars

Look there!

Yes there—in the far horizon

Beyond the shrubbery

‘Tis I!

Very angry I am indeed

For I have just found out that I am to

return

To the city with

Too many lights

Too little stars

In which the lights call themselves the stars,

And claim the stars nothing but scars

On the sky

We illuminate your world with our gleam, they say

You can’t live without our gleam, they say,

The lights.

‘Tis far from the truth

Truth hurts

But facts are facts

And you are nothing but a glare

An unnecessary glare

Covering up the real gleam

Of the illuminating stars

May, no choice have I

No say have I

For I must leave the place

With no lights

And oh, so many stars

I wish to tell my friends back home

Of the things I saw

The sounds I heard

When the lights were no more

I resisted at first,

That I must admit

But anything beautiful must work hard to reach one blinded by the lights back home

But the beauty did reach me,

That is when I really beheld

A night sky.

Absorbed

Wet moss

Perceived

The water in the air

For the lights were ceased,

And the darkness through the

Illuminating stars gave way to

Senses of all sorts

None of which I knew I had

I felt true

Beauty

I will tell my friends

But I fear I will forget

That’s it—that’s the real reason I admit

I fear the lights will engross me still when I

Return

But I’m different

I’ll remember

Who can forget such beauty?

Not I.

May, the place wasn’t too bad

But I have far too many lights concerning me now

But the sky, you say

But the moss, you say

But the water you could touch, you say

What do you speak of, I say

Why would I need any of those things?

But beauty? You say

‘Tis true ‘Tis true..

I’ll go back someday

I never do

For the lights are too bearing

And I have far too many things concerning me now

And just like my friends

In the city

I forget

True beauty