I Saw a Star Last Night - Poem to Look Out the Window
I saw a star two nights ago. It shone in my eye in a code of three.
I knew what it wanted but I tried to ignore it.
I went about my daily chores - cleaning dishes, sweeping floors and dusting sills.
My chest hurt from the fire that was burning in the pit and my eyes wept from the smoke that spiraled on the wind outside my door.
I realized it was time for slumber when my head lolled to the right.
I saw a star a night ago. It glared in my eye and demanded to be seen.
I knew what it wanted but I tried to ignore it still.
I went about my daily errands - filled the cupboard, greeted the new neighbor, and organized a reading.
My body ached from walking the cobblestone and my limbs hung limp from the exhaustion that crept along my entire being.
I realized it was time to stand tall when my shadow revealed my state.
Tonight the star burns bright and I sit silently staring at it.
It has dimmed somewhat but I know it will never move.
It shines like a soft beacon leading me home, a lighthouse in the sky leading the way past rocky uprisings and turbulent waters.
Star light star bright first star I see tonight I wish I may I wish I might have this wish I wish tonight.
When I was a little girl I would look out my bedroom window at night. I would stare up at the stars from my bed until my eyes couldn't stay open - and I would imagine what was happening on each star. I would dream that I would one day get to meet the people of the stars and learn how they lived.
Last night I spent an awful long time staring at the stars wondering about life. I didn't come to any conclusions really. I just stared and thought without actually thinking. My mind was clear although a million different phrases swam around and bumped into one another. I didn't even feel the cold air or hear the jets in the distance that often fly over. The silence was healing. To make this a habit would make any night.
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