Friday, June 3, 2016

Stardust













A city that would have been
enveloped by darkness--if not for the
gleaming golden squares that hover

like fireflies. fireflies in a concrete jungle.
golden squares shining through a sheet
of glass, their light more powerful

than that of the moon. than those of
the stars, swirling galaxies hidden under
layers of suffocation. illumination that

can be appreciated if one leaves home, if
she aspires to a place that doesn't depend on
forced chemical reactions, fumbling fingers

trying to define the word "development", 
jealously competing to have their names sprawled
across newspapers. if she hankers for a

place lit by fireflies, lit by a glow light years
afar, ancient luminosity traveling along
foreign wavelengths. emerging from the hazy

realm of stardust, poised to unveil mysteries
we don't know exist. radiance from the meteors
hurtling across the bliss of silence. it is

only dark at night if we seek to create more
light.


(Image Credit: http://moriahhayes.com/weekly-writings/we-are-all-stardust/) 

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