December 1990.
Each time I see a star
A string goes taut in my heart
A familiar face stirs up a visionIn my mind's window.
Wisps of the dreams we shared
Rush past my eyes,
Laden with mositure
Everything hazy - sight, sound, mind.
As I look up to the sky,
I cry out, "Are you there?"
But then, there is no answer
'Xcept for the star's mute twinkle.
When darkness drops her
curtain down
And pins it with her stars
I search for you, everywhere
Each time I see a star.
True feelings are those that give birth to lines from the heart as these. I love the visual composition of your last stanza.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Didi. This is one of my favourites too.
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