stars – RED GLADIOLA

Light Pollution

smiling at a patch of dark
amid the ring of city lights
feeble stars still have power

Overhead, you count the stars
upon your fingertips
wearing each as a diamond
as we lie among rose hips.

Though summer scents waft strongly
your smile is but a linger
of that wistful, half-hoped feeling
roped onto your empty finger.

I may not be your lover.
I may not be a prince.
But this I have known long ago
and made my peace with since.

So, until you find happiness
and until I find mine
we’ll watch the stars together
and sigh away the time.

on a starlit path
she tread her way
up to where the heavens lay
with serene and unhurried gait
glad for the journey
and not for the wait

Starry night sky

The stars of memory
always seem brighter
than those of tonight’s sky

And the ones of tomorrow
promise the overwhelming
brilliance
of gigantic suns

But both of them are
mirages
and personal
falsehoods

Night Sky

What sweet words have I
against the succor of your eyes
which find me a flame
while mine reflect
a similar brightness?

Together we outshine the sun;
We have no need for moon or stars

Desert Sunset

Celestial pearl
In a womb
Of blue iridescence
Beyond —
Starry wonders

Starfish

Keep your
tales of faraway nebulae
and distant horizons pushed ever farther;
those gleaming constellations in the sky died years ago.

But the seas house breathing stars
and straightforwardly descends
a veil of womb-darkness
deeper traveled.