Letter to a Star...

Letter to a Star...

a letter to a star, the poet wrote

as it peeked at the poet

from around the moon

a letter to a star, the poet wrote

as the lass gave him an eye

from the woodsman's fire

a letter to a star, the poet wrote

as the fire turned to embers

and the flames died down

and the earth, it glowed

and resembled the star,

of which the poet wrote...

Dear Star, (wrote the poet)

Why so far? I am here on earth, and I have no flying car, that can take me to the moon, and from there catch a lunar bus, to where me and you can become an 'Us'. Why so high, Bright star? My eye can barely see, but a prick o' light in my eye, and a dream in my heart, that poets and stars can meet in the ether, and fly just as fast as stars so far. To play around our moon and the moons of other places, to visit other galaxies and view other faces, the poet and the star were not made for a single planet. Yes, a poet and his star, and all the love they can make, those love-makers, love-creators; those star-born, star-like creatures. And now I must go, there is a knocking at the door I believe it is the star, she has come from afar, and I think she brought a snickers bar, and we shall go a roaming, where no farmer ever could, and no earthling ever should. A trip to the moon, and from there, who knows- maybe wherever the solar wind blows. A poet and a pen, a star and her poet, make rhyme in the night, and the constellations show it.

The poet,

November 24th, 2010

11:25pm