As For The Stars...
Mother, prithee, tell will the stars come out to play?
Child, I pray you would you not seek such answers!
May I catch a cloud who will whisper the way?
To the land the stars all play!
No, my dear, my shining one,
This night no star's light will grace the sky;
Emptiness set moon and sun,
And has taught the stars to fly…
But Mother, why?
Perhaps they have only fallen, sleeping upon a hidden bed
Awaiting moon’s great sun burnt cry
Summoning them home from the land they fled…
Child, night and day, they bore our pain
The moon looked down and mourned us; the sun sorrowed at our dying plea
Until the Great Hand let loose their ties
As for the stars; they were each cast into the sea...
I've been in a writing mood, as of late. Granted, it's not my best work, but that last poetic line popped into my head while I was typing away at a science fiction storyline, and so I had to write a poem to fit it.
Mother, prithee, tell will the stars come out to play?
Child, I pray you would you not seek such answers!
May I catch a cloud who will whisper the way?
To the land the stars all play!
No, my dear, my shining one,
This night no star's light will grace the sky;
Emptiness set moon and sun,
And has taught the stars to fly…
But Mother, why?
Perhaps they have only fallen, sleeping upon a hidden bed
Awaiting moon’s great sun burnt cry
Summoning them home from the land they fled…
Child, night and day, they bore our pain
The moon looked down and mourned us; the sun sorrowed at our dying plea
Until the Great Hand let loose their ties
As for the stars; they were each cast into the sea...
I've been in a writing mood, as of late. Granted, it's not my best work, but that last poetic line popped into my head while I was typing away at a science fiction storyline, and so I had to write a poem to fit it.
The Scarf is stockinette stitch, the yarn is just some I had left over from the many Jayne hats. I thought the bomb turned out pretty cute.
3 comments:
Uber cute scarf!
Your poem gave me chills! wow It's so... Captain Bennick - Persuasion - He'd totally recite that whilst he supped and gazed longingly past the candle light. (Then he'd do a shot of good Scotch and cry one glistening tear as he dreamt of lost love)
I still like the scarf, too =))
Is the hedgehog at your house?
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