Love is that brightest star in the darkest night.
I can never grasp it, no matter how high I climb.
But I will never stop reaching for it.
There are nights when that brightest star,
shines so brightly that I can feel its warmth
from the tips of fingers to the core of my heart.
But those nights are few and far between and easily forgotten,
when compared to the nights during which that brightest star
is diminished to a weak sparkle lost in the stinging cold darkness.
Still, a sparkle is better than nothing at all.
And I will keep on reaching for my brightest star
until those nights of cold and darkness are gone
and forever replaced with the warmth of that brightest star.
I can never grasp it, no matter how high I climb.
But I will never stop reaching for it.
There are nights when that brightest star,
shines so brightly that I can feel its warmth
from the tips of fingers to the core of my heart.
But those nights are few and far between and easily forgotten,
when compared to the nights during which that brightest star
is diminished to a weak sparkle lost in the stinging cold darkness.
Still, a sparkle is better than nothing at all.
And I will keep on reaching for my brightest star
until those nights of cold and darkness are gone
and forever replaced with the warmth of that brightest star.
1 comment:
Ooooh, I am such a sucker for space/star poems. So pretty... And also really sad. Space makes such a good metaphor and so beautiful as well.
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