Stories Of The Stars

Some see silver
I see gold
For all the poetry
Written in glow

Starlight star bright
Who holds my sight tonight 

Give me reason give me rhyme
To unlock this heart divine 

The verbs, the heart
The words, a part

One section, one gaze
Like a script they haze
And to me they play
A note so sweet
Like a message in code
The words I repeat

For them and in them
A bleat to spout
And bleed is how
I rain it down

Rain or reign
The world may never know
That what is bleeding
Isn't gold, but told

A telling and re-telling and toiling some more
Stories in stars
I never get bored

Read them with me
For reading's all I do
And I'll whisper the stories of the stars
To you. 


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