Sunday, October 24, 2010
The twinkle of the star slowly ebbs and with one last twinkle, winks and says “goodbye.” The sun does seize this moment and declares for all to hear, “I’ll take this morn.” The explosion is in a glorious array of victory splendor; daybreak is here. Oh my, the sun has won. The lonely star has gone. To where has my morning star gone?
With the dimming of the star, I feel the agony of its lost beat. I realize dawn has over taken you and at dusk a twinkled pulse again will once appear. I know of whence my star has gone. Do I dare tell you where?
The star seeks darkness, to pulse light into the ebony that lies within ones heart. It wanders forever across the vastness of night, twinkling and staying one-step ahead the sun. Pulsing to a rhythm, it gives us meaning to the night. Do you feel the beat of the lonely little star?
There way on the other side of the world from me, where darkness is about to fall, sneaks my lonely little morning star. Twinkle, pulse, and with darkness a full blow star. Waiting patiently for your wishes from afar.
This is where my little morning star has gone. To the darkness I cannot see. For you it now beats, align yourself with the twinkle of my star. Share with it your wishes and all the thoughts you dare not tell. Then right before the sun seems to catch my lonely little star…..
Send it back to me and in the night together we will be.
I had to write something and this just popped in my head. I hope it makes sense.