There Will Always Be Stars
the dust to which we will return
There will always be stars
Those silent crystalline sentinels
whose purposes are as multifaceted
as their twinkling gleam.
They guide,
They watch over,
They inspire.
We marvel at their beauty,
seemingly tiny orbs so delicately
piercing the deepest darkness,
They hide secrets in their particulate visage.
Secrets of their age
Secrets of their turbulence
Secrets of their individualities
We ache to understand,
Seeking after the wonderment they create,
Finding amongst them stories, patterns,
entire epochs etched in a world beyond.
Each glimmer a song
Each sparkle a soul
Each twinkle a memory
There will always be stars
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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