Muddy Stars

June 26, 2011
By Perennialdreamer BRONZE, Sacramento, California
Perennialdreamer BRONZE, Sacramento, California
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Favorite Quote:
“For what it's worth: it's never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There's no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you're proud of. If you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.”
~The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

Distant kites swim in the silky sky.
Bottles of messages wash away in the tidal waves.
Autum leaves fall away, leaving a frozen oak tree in place.
The house we once tendered, and built with our very own hands,
Turns into melancholy dust,
And drifts away in the aching wind.
We watch, hand in hand,
As our planet of dreams flies away like a free bird.
Torn pictures, broken branches, and muddy stars.
The things we hold most dear always fade away,
Turn into something shattered and sail away.
Monsoons into hurricanes and love into hate,
We are all broken, that is our fate.
Into the moon we gaze with solemn faces,
Hoping that someone will put our dreams in a jar,
Keep them safe even if we are scarred,
But we are too hopeless,
Even the heavens don’t cry a storm for our hearts.

The author's comments:
Basically I am coming to a realization that as humans we have become selfish and lost sight of true beauty in this world. This poem is about our loss of belief in hope, and how we have forgotten the value of true emotions. Whenever I look at the stars I am reminded once again of the power in dreams and hope.

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