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I'm going home, I hear the Stars call my name
rhythmic as they spill from the Cosmos' teacup,
goodnight wishes they scatter into my bedroom
scene-where I lay my lines dissolving into the
structure of a poem, up at the Stars I stare,
a lingering treasure of divinity shining their
wealth down on me, I hear my poet's heart beat
in time to the Stars I hang up on my mind's
clothesline, waiting for their liquid light to
dry so I can gather them into words, softly
scenting my head with their gifts of imagination
and supernova metaphors, I hope to one day
personify the rhythm and rhyme plundering up
my spine with their starry intertwine.
I'm gliding home on the bright embers of Stars,
gasping one last dream before they die and become
just another gleam on Eternity's wing, the Night
always knew that I would collect Stars into my
seams, breathing in their fragile freshness as
I exhaled Reality, silver-rimmed I sipped from
the Stars and spilled the Milky Way over my skin,
shimmering madly I wrote a poem to them, my words
doubling the lustre of each Star shining in this
planetary play over my skin, comets colliding and
galaxies growing restless where my eyes wished
them goodnight...I knew I would no longer be searching
for Starlight...for in me the Stars always shine.
December 28, 2011
© Jewel MoonSilver Knight - All Rights Reserved.
rhythmic as they spill from the Cosmos' teacup,
goodnight wishes they scatter into my bedroom
scene-where I lay my lines dissolving into the
structure of a poem, up at the Stars I stare,
a lingering treasure of divinity shining their
wealth down on me, I hear my poet's heart beat
in time to the Stars I hang up on my mind's
clothesline, waiting for their liquid light to
dry so I can gather them into words, softly
scenting my head with their gifts of imagination
and supernova metaphors, I hope to one day
personify the rhythm and rhyme plundering up
my spine with their starry intertwine.
I'm gliding home on the bright embers of Stars,
gasping one last dream before they die and become
just another gleam on Eternity's wing, the Night
always knew that I would collect Stars into my
seams, breathing in their fragile freshness as
I exhaled Reality, silver-rimmed I sipped from
the Stars and spilled the Milky Way over my skin,
shimmering madly I wrote a poem to them, my words
doubling the lustre of each Star shining in this
planetary play over my skin, comets colliding and
galaxies growing restless where my eyes wished
them goodnight...I knew I would no longer be searching
for Starlight...for in me the Stars always shine.
December 28, 2011
© Jewel MoonSilver Knight - All Rights Reserved.
My latest poem written last night...wishing the stars goodnight for in me they always shine. 
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I like that a minute ago I read a very old poem from you, and now I can compare it directly to a very new poem; it really does show how you've evolved as a writer. I love the way that you combine the image of the stars with you writing, it's really fitting.