Stars, an audience–they look down and laugh,
We stare back jaw slacked, eyes of wonder.
How foolish they must find us,
Our mountains out of molehills;
Stressing and straining over our tiny little lives.
Nothing mortal could compare to that of the universe!
Keeping all of those glorious stars twinkling,
Brightening the slate black sky.
How tired the heavens must be
Inspiring romance, hopes, dreams,
The joining of lovers,
Receiving only occasional recognition.
What do we give in return?
Nothing–we continue to take
Just as we have always done,
Just as we will always do.
Perhaps the stars look upon us as the children we are.
Spoiled yet naive to the ways of this world.
To these sages we look for heavenly guidance
Offering prayers for blessings imagined.
This is in our nature
Looking for the Divine in that which we cannot touch.
Who has not looked skyward and begged for mercy,
Beckoned for release from an ill fate,
Cried out for intervention?
We think ourselves the center of all,
Master of our domain–independent, indestructible
Until we are overwhelmed, broken and drowned in tears.
Then we look out upon the vast audience above
Putting on the grandest of shows for their pleasure,
Hoping, praying for accolades
And furtherance from the stars.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Wonderfully Expressed Dom 🙂
Thank you Morgan. 🙂
How lovely. Beautifully expressed, Dom.
Thank you so much Beth, I appreciate that. 🙂
How strange… I was just writing of laughing stars too.
Great minds think alike I guess…how funny. 🙂
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SOMETHING TO LOOK UP TO….SO TO SPEAK!
Thanks Jonathan, up, up and away. 🙂
Awesome and awesome!! I love the part about how we look up in times of need but when we are alright, we hardly notice those beautiful balls of light!
I think at time we are all like that. Thank you my friend. 🙂