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Singing to Star-Light

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YesterdaysWake

Published: May 13, 2012

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_{I had shed my wings
as war-cries in me,
hiccuped to the brink
unexpectedly.
I looked around here
as a star cried out -
and I saw stardust
tinged with doubt.

I had seen neglect
in the eye before,
but one that listened?
I see no more.
For there are none now,
willing to breathe
because they fell
to my balcony.

They fell and I lost
feeling in my hands,
they told me listen -
to understand
that the star that fell
is to cry and see
but only enough
to rain on me.

If she cries no more
says to you no less,
tell her that we miss
her light star-caress.
Tell her that the sky
beckons to her only.
Just sing, Hey sunshine
won't you smile for me?}

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_{I write sappy poetry. And I like it.
Because it was originally written for ~InTheStarryNightSky. HA, I wish I'd written something better and I probably will but for now, bear with me.}