To Some the Stars are Distant (MYaM)
A poem of sorts
To some the stars are distant
Cold, Calculating
An impermanence in the universe
Not meant to be held or to be touched
Washed away by expanding horizons
And to others the stars are vibrant
Impulsive and blinding
A lust for radiance when once there was none
Thunderously chanting their melodies into the universe
None else may escape their pull
Or perhaps to many they are a rage
Furocity and vehemence
Deafening and roaring with a violent appetite for destruction
Burning landscapes to charcoal
Leaving nothing unscathed in a wake of ashen clouds
Even then, to a few the stars are life
Gentle, lustrous,
Shining light down through heavy atmosphere so many may flourish
A new dawn to be cherished
roused from slumber beyond the earth
And then, to those important, the stars are close and tangible
Born of friendships that last longer than lifetimes
Good intentions with twisted outcomes
An innocence yet to dwindle
The stars are home