is born upon the breast, of yesterday’s dream
when the Eastern Star
rises upon morning’s shoulder
stretching and reaching, to purchase greater height.
And as its light climbs
the world cannot stand still
it turns and rolls in search of even more
while the Eastern Star fills the sky.
But the Eastern Star is no match
for forces of a turning world
its path, now becomes set in the West
and its light now fades to slight
while adding colors not found in its former eastern port.
As if almost suddenly
only minute fragments remain, to glimmer as light
as the Western Star fades, under evening’s watch.
then begins to spread its nightly gown, upon the world’s floor
and now a different light begins to shine
light brought as twinkles from far away
and upon these stars people whisper and cast their wish.
From our limited view, it might appear
sometimes our guiding light disappears
but the night’s blackness patiently reveals
light is forever, and hope is near.
© 2016 Baidha Fercoq
Featured Writer from “Creative Talents Unleashed Writers Group”
Photo Credit: © Donna Sanders
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