Stars Within

Swept the stars into my hands,

Saw ripe diamonds against

My lackluster flesh.

 

They nest against me,

Trying to burrow inside,

‘Til they’ve blinked out of sight.

 

I’ll chance to let them enter

The secret basket in my heart,

Open to their clever little tricks.

 

Maybe their brilliance will bring

A glow to my skin and a fire in my eyes,

And captivate any who pass by,

 

So I’ll burn so much brighter,

And live so much stronger

With the stars buried deep, down inside.

 

 

Posted at The Sunday Whirl and Poetic Bloomings