Sunday, 21 October 2012

Stars

There are stars, and there are stars.

I will describe the latter:
These stars are the dreams of little children,
The mazes of the mind,
The fear of a schoolboy leaving work behind.
There are stars, and there are stars,
The ones that you wish upon, the ones that you want to walk upon,
The ones you want to touch and never can.

There are stars, and there are stars,
This is the first:
They are just great glowing balls of gas,
Expanding and exploding,
Devoid and empty, lonely
With planets revolving slowly, round and round and round.

But there is an alternative to this infinite sadness,
The loneliness and the pain,
The stars that are the dreams of little children,
The mazes of the mind,
For if you learn anything from this poem, know this:
There are stars, and there are stars.


By Caius Bearder