Posted in 2016, poetry

Wandering Star

I stare up

at the wandering star.

It has found it’s place

in the dark sky above.


It twinkles and sparkles,

a pin-prick of light

cutting through the shadows.


But never does the light shine down

onto the suffering world above.

It acts merely as a guide,

a candle’s flame in the dark.


It has found a place of beauty

among the many stars

which only show their faces

after the evening death of the sun.


But that is all it is

as long as we stay down here.

The wandering star is beautiful

but has no effect on us

other than opening our eyes

to the world it calls home.


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