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Stars
“Stars”
Kiss the distance between our faces,
I come from nowhere…between spaces—
Can you see the stars there barely glow?
Will you wait here for me to show
You where they disappear to
When the sun dyes Heaven with blue?
Your love feels like a solstice…
But where is your trust and promise?
O! The stars—they are stained
With the light that remained
In our eyes by a ghostly beam,
That I recognized only as a dream
Had only by one of us two—
And I used it against you.
I used it against you for my own design…
Hoping my tears would make you mine.
All that is laid now to rest.
Whose grave was dug the deepest?
Where are these tombs by day,
When the sun sends the stars away?
On what worlds do they shine?
All that I loved of you, crystalline
Where their light reaches not your sight,
For they are not our stars, and this no longer is our night.
Dead, all dead…the light reaching my eyes
To die anew, to die with the sunrise.
Should I weep such tears as morning dew?
I can think of nothing of greater value
Than a tear shed for you in your own sky,
Where constellations never die.
There they shine by day, with the sun
A most celestial union
Amid the aurora of a paradise.
Such is all I saw in your eyes.
All I loved of you is so far away.
Where stars decay.
In dying, what then shall they be
Other than a light that shines so free?
Ah! To bid farewell as the horizon glows
Until the new night, in darkness throws
The past in Heaven—a graveyard and a shrine
Whose light is no match for this sky of thine.
© 2022 Marten Hoyle
Kiss the distance between our faces,
I come from nowhere…between spaces—
Can you see the stars there barely glow?
Will you wait here for me to show
You where they disappear to
When the sun dyes Heaven with blue?
Your love feels like a solstice…
But where is your trust and promise?
O! The stars—they are stained
With the light that remained
In our eyes by a ghostly beam,
That I recognized only as a dream
Had only by one of us two—
And I used it against you.
I used it against you for my own design…
Hoping my tears would make you mine.
All that is laid now to rest.
Whose grave was dug the deepest?
Where are these tombs by day,
When the sun sends the stars away?
On what worlds do they shine?
All that I loved of you, crystalline
Where their light reaches not your sight,
For they are not our stars, and this no longer is our night.
Dead, all dead…the light reaching my eyes
To die anew, to die with the sunrise.
Should I weep such tears as morning dew?
I can think of nothing of greater value
Than a tear shed for you in your own sky,
Where constellations never die.
There they shine by day, with the sun
A most celestial union
Amid the aurora of a paradise.
Such is all I saw in your eyes.
All I loved of you is so far away.
Where stars decay.
In dying, what then shall they be
Other than a light that shines so free?
Ah! To bid farewell as the horizon glows
Until the new night, in darkness throws
The past in Heaven—a graveyard and a shrine
Whose light is no match for this sky of thine.
© 2022 Marten Hoyle
Published 13th May 2022
Author's Note
This is a concept I worked with many years ago when I was not quite "mature" enough a writer to cover it. I believe this is a somewhat better example of the theme I had chosen back then--that of the fact that, when we look up to the stars at night, we are seeing "A graveyard and a shrine." and that, in many ways, we all have our own skies: Our own little lights and our own graveyards.
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