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The Stars are Twirling…

Somwhere through these sleepy curtains of
soft snowy fleece, I know the 
stars are twirling with melodic chime and 
monumental reason,
pivoting around our tranquil little hollow,
unconcerned with our so-so
mediocre meditations-
And how I envy them for it!


I wish I had wings, so that when 
greater winds whirl I could spread them, and
selfishly take with it to 
soar beyond the sky 
where I could converse with a billion suns 
and be free of the chains of earth!

Here I could sing my name, a ballad,
my tears would be
lamenting waterfalls which
would flow from the partition in
the heavenly gates themselves,
and my breath would be the soft echo of
my heard voice, for
what honest, humble man could say
“I would not love this”?


But could I sign myself a
traitor, and cloak in the
utter ignorance of my turned-coat?
How could I 
abandon the open arms of friends and family,
to abide in the cold, shallow waters of strangers?
After all, when a flower defects it’s roots,
is it not weeded?
Posted: 2010-08-20 12:19:57 UTC

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