Talking Star

There’s a star in the sky, like an eye
shining strong.
Left of the tree, five foot above,
head to heels, from her stance,
horizontal.
Lying out, the day behind her,
lingering long, loathe to leave her alone.

So she stares outside, at the light,
in the dark,
and the star shouts aloud
in a tinny vibration, resonating,
jingling
“Forget the foot, try a trillion
and more, that’s where I am.

Far off, my light is strength.
Passed to you.
I filled you with force,
gave you might, tight iron tears.
Your life,
through love, a soul to survive,
to touch a world, different to mine.”

Words at play, memories stray,
look ocean deep.
Wrecks galore, life’s sacrifice.
What’s she become? Lost, she’ll get lost,
melt away,
searching, pastures peace pill,
a way to bestow the same principle.

The star, it glistens, a pearl, sangfroid.                                                                                              Blinks.                                                                                                                                                        A link towards her being                                                                                                                      and it calms the beating, fluttering,                                                                                                    fighting.                                                                                                                                                     It calms the words, saying, replaying.                                                                                                It eases the sights inside, assailing.