dedicated to -stargazed-
"Twinkle twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are"
Oh you celestial luminary,
Your titanic eidolon in
This oceanic province,
Your body encompassing more
Than a billion atomic dreams,
Your esse too prodigious,
For naked wee orbs,
That finger pointing,
And we sing, you "little star".
Oh you colossal stunner,
Your soul fostered of resolute duress,
Your skin ruptured into fragmented dust,
Your heart blistering, searing in torment,
Into a nebulous eruption,
That blinds your eyes.
And cerulean glitter trails on
Your lucent cheeks.
Charred lips wincing a smile.
Arriving on a dredged carpet,
Weaved of your own detritus,
With a fervid flare.
You bear yourself,
A labour to birth light.
And you commence, become,
Like a Phoenix vanquishing hell.
Like a rusty leaf quivering, reaching,
Astray in the fog, a while
After the storm has withered.
Your nascence an inauguration of light,
And an enduring journey begins.
Yet, "little star", i wonder how you are ?
Oh you cosmic effulgence,
With your own heritage we map
The world between us,
Your obscure waves an allusion
Aiding us, while we assess
The inaccessible.
Your eyes dazzling, dancing,
Cruising through a life, tirelessly,
Black half-moons bedimmed beneath,
Your pirouettes pinwheeling
Towards this realm,
And bouncing onto our doors.
And flashing us a toothy grin,
Your feathery flickering fingers
Tickling our shadows.
A voyage of an eternity,
You brave, unfaltering.
My hands itching to hold yours, for
Even if your touch anything but proximal,
Your spectral embrace feels closer
Than a heart at its home.
So I sing, you "little star",
I still wonder what you are ?
Oh you Herculean stellation,
Your resilient heart ever straining under,
Toiling from the torrential fusion
Of your own breaths,
Your soul soldiering on,
Dispensing the burdens
Of your own pieces,
Your form embodying, quivering,
That maniacal rampage within
Of your own blood,
A desperate effort to stand upright,
Forestalling a collapse beneath
Your own gravity
But you tend those reins,
Your shackles tight in your fists
Mouth open in a silent scream,
You shine.
On.
Ephemeral respites preserve your sanity,
While that irradiance your only salvation,
We presume to be a bequest.
And I sing, "little star",
I wonder what you are.
Oh you empyrean veteran,
Your turquoise freckles paled,
Your lustrous skin wrinkled,
Your figure thinned a filament,
Your fate awaits you beyond.
Are you scared of what lies ahead ?
Who will guide your path now ?
Will your cyclopean friends succour ?
May be a white dwarf,
You will fade into cool oblivion.
Or from which you will arise as a nova,
A new venture with an old companion.
May be you will congregate an alliance,
A revolutionary rebellion,
And name it as supernova.
Or a neutron star,
You will find a way
By looking within.
May be you will eventually fall apart
A blackhole swallowing yourself whole.
Or your perished relics shall origin
A new generation of ancestry.
But whatever your end may come,
You will go on,
Like stardust in our veins.
And so I'll sing this rhyme,
"My "little star", don't be scared,
I'll hold your hand tonight,
I pray for you a peaceful sleep,
Let me once be your light."
A/N :-
Also I dedicate this poem to -stargazed-
For two main reasons,
1) She is an Astrophile ( her username literally tells us enough )
2) Her works both " BRIGHTEST VOID " and " ASTROPHILIA " are absolutely OTHERWORLDLY. Her talent will leave you in awe. Literally. If you haven't already checked them out please do. It will the best thing you did today.
She inspires me. Thank you.
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