Stars, just words
Dusk laid down on me, the stars were my words
I scrawled them upon a beautiful destiny
Night came dashing and crashing when it heard
The sky was paper and my words would be infinity
The trees lifted their eyes to meet my words upon skies
The streetlights were dimmed by words that glistened
A cup of glory overpoured washes these papers to write
A powerful abstract that attracts opposite forces to be neutral
The sky would be brighter than those golden rays that filled
A white ocean in which birds swam across
That unworthy being would spread mortal words which a power makes immortal
A poet’s strongest weapon is its wounds that dare moves me
To express anger as burning stars to burn trees
Setting black skies on fire but I neutralize it with positivity
A word that pours like liquid sweeter than whiffs of cocoa
The morning comes and my words still remain
But you and I can’t perceive this powerful stain