"The stars have eyes"

Every little shiny star twinkles
as I stare up
into my world of new wonders
and mystical ways to become.
Frightened as I am, I feel comfort
looking up,
into those balls of everlasting flames;
for I feel like they are all I have to represent
Hope.

I like the bitter-sweet taste
of stars scalding my tounge
as I sip your words.
You swallow the passion
and feel an overpowering sensation
that you have to close your eyes, and smile.
As those words slide down
impacting my stomach, like a wandering star finding its destination,
the explosion inside
is that of pure light.
Warming every cold dark crevice of this essence.
Unvailing.
Through cosmic elements: the hidden path
to the forever waiting to be found.
The road he could never discover on his own.
As heavenly lips whispered his ear,
their alien element gifted the missing link to eternity.

And as she lays in bed, he glances out the window
and longs for that twinkle
and gift of heaven
that every little hair seems to rise of emotion.
She can't help but take a big sigh
and wait
for a shooting star
of energy
and beauty
to zoom right or left
in the nights stillness
giving her a sign that
eternity is coming her way.
And as she waits, she thinks.
About moments of bliss,
that distracts her.
Derrived from a touch
of the most amazing being.
They relaxed her mind, and put her at ease for once in her life.
And this would make her eyes wonder
and stop waiting for signs
and instead, enjoy a dream
of pure
touched
ecstacy.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A collaboration of messages between two lonnging souls entwind.

I wanted to entitle this as: "Last writes"

but since this was plastered and framed with a title, it should exist as such.

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Starward's picture

This reminds me so much of my

This reminds me so much of my first experience with real love, 1976-1978, which ended badly for me.  I applaud your mingling of the closely personal and earthy with the great cosmic magnificence that goes on in the sky above me.  I put it badly in prose because prose is not my style, but this is a really, really, moving poem.


Starward

 

Astral_Tides's picture

I think your reaction was

I think your reaction was articulated quite well.

I'm not sure if this was a good place for you to re-visit or a bad one, but I enjoyed your comment very much.

I keep playing a moment from a movie while thinking about what to reply to you here.

It was from one of the "MIB" movies, and a scene where one man is caught looking in on his ex wife through satelites.

He quickly closes the computer once he notices his comrade looking over his shoulder.

"Oh hey.. looks like you have a soft spot in there after all. You know they say it's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all" his comrade joked. Glaring up at him with a subtle intensity he replied matter-of-factly "... Try it."

Thank you for stopping by and sharing your time with me.

 


"The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence." R.W.E.

 


 

Starward's picture

Oh, it was a very good place

Oh, it was a very good place to revisit.  Although that early relationship continued to haunt me for fourteen long years, I got over it fast when I met the woman who is now my second wife.  Now it is only a memory, or like reading a ghost story.  It has generated some poetry, but that is all it does.  The profound emotion described so excellently in your poem continues to echo and resonate even after the reader has completed the poem and moved on to something else.  That makes the poem very great indeed.


Starward

 

Astral_Tides's picture

I have been stuck in love

I have been stuck in love limbo a time or two.

Transcenting that gravity well is never easy.

I'm glad you came back to resolve the story of your universe.

Thanks for sharing this : )

 


"The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence." R.W.E.

 


 

nightlight1220's picture

Astral, this is so beautiful.

Astral, this is so beautiful. It is, how I feel about many of your poems. I get misty eyed and wonder what it must be like to be Astral Tides...sipping the cosmos while perched upon a crescent moon. Oh, please don't stop ♥♡♥

.......


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

Astral_Tides's picture

"...sipping the cosmos while

"...sipping the cosmos while perched upon a crescent moon"

 

Heh, indeed my dear.


Shallowed and centered,

deep within the third deepest crater from the Sun.

Tis where you will find my soul-half spiraling and unraveling that which resides above, and below.

 

Funny, this taps upon a wrighting I have not finished.

In your honor here, so shall I share once it is complete.

 

I feel enveloped by your essence for a spell,

like a warm enbrace, your words.

Thank you : )


"The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence." R.W.E.

 


 

nightlight1220's picture

****jawdrop***  ♥

****jawdrop*** 


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

soulstonic's picture

As always, your poems take my

As always, your poems take my breath away. Puts me in such a dreamer's state.

 

I'll have to read this again, to give more feedback.

 

Wonderfully orchestrated Astral.

 

 

~Soulstonic

Astral_Tides's picture

I do love to know that

I do love to know that something I manifest can have such an ethreal effect.

And by the way, it is nice to see you Soul!

And even more so to have you bless my page with some of your warmth.

 

This was actually a collaboration of messages from an old flame and myself.

I thought it had a nice feel to it, and I have been in a writers void lately

so this was easy to share since it already existed.

 

I'm very glad you stopped in Soul!

Thank you for gracing me with your thoughts,

I always enjoyed your presence around here, don't be a stranger now Tongue Out

 


"The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence." R.W.E.

 


 

soulstonic's picture

Oh shucks...you flatter me

Oh shucks...you flatter me so!

 

I love how looking back at old works or memories can inspire such strong emotions. I's such a dangerous game to play as a writer...enveloping ourselves in emotions to pour into our writing.

 

 

I hope to be back for good! I've had to put my passions on the back burner for a while but hopefully I can balance my two realities together again..

 

 

~Soulstonic

 

Astral_Tides's picture

Yes you're

Yes you're right.

Sometimes... the flood comes back to collapse the village which is rebuilding.

Not here.

Not this time.

This is but a ghost.

 

Your writings are quite deep and prolific.

I hope you find the time to speak your soul language when it is right to do so.

Thanks again for stopping by the nebula ; P

 


"The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence." R.W.E.