The Way She Loved the Stars
We're All Made of Stardust
Did you ever stop to think
About the way
She loved the stars
"We're all made of stardust."
She said
But you couldn't see
The constellations
In her tears
There were stars in her eyes
Born and died
And reborn again
Why couldn't you see them?
She danced like the moon
Pulling the tides
Of vast oceans
In a rhythm
You could never
Understand
"We're as magical as the universe."
She had said
So long ago
Her voice now a distant memory
A mere echo through time
You can't even remember now
What she looks like
You can't remember
The whorls of galaxies
In her hair
The pink of stardust
That touched her cheeks
When she smiled
Or the sparkle of nebulas
In her eyes
Eyes that reflected
Inky night skies
In darkened rooms
Mirrors
Of you
And her
And me
And them
And all of us
You want to remember
The roar of a million oceans
In her voice
When she said
She loved you
And meant it
But you don't remember
Because you couldn't see
The way she loved the stars
About the Creator
A. R. Ambrosi
I like to write, if that makes me a writer, then rock on!
I started writing as a child because I ran out of stuff to read. So, I only write stuff that I like. If you like it too, awesome! Enjoy! ^_^
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