The stars.
So many stars
In the sky.
They live.
They breathe.
They die.
And when they die,
They die in
Insolent glory.
The stars…
Each star is unique.
Each star is fire.
Some burn hotter.
Some burn colder
As they travel the night sky.
But tonight.
The stars stand still.
The stars hold their breath.
The stars’ flames flicker expectantly
As I kneel before you.
I bow my head.
I confess my love.
I await your response.
And the stars hold
Their places in the sky.
We are all waiting.
Waiting for your answer.
If I say
“I love you” again,
Would that all
Be too much?
What more
Can I say?
You look down at me
And the stars look down at us.
You smile down at me.
And the stars hold still.
“I love you too.”
And the stars hold still.
“Yes. Yes! I will marry you.”
A hug and a kiss.
You cry
And so do I.
The stars break
Out of their holding pattern.
The stars dance
With you
With me
As I hold you close.
As I whisper again
“I love you.”
So lovely βΊπ
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Thank you so much! π
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My pleasure βΊ
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I like how the stars are waiting, and when the proposal is answered, they’re dancing. Stars tend to make their way into my poetry a lot, so I enjoyed seeing them in this piece.
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Thank you!
I’m so glad you enjoyed it!
The prompt was “The stars stood on standby”. and I was like “huh. They’re on stand by…for what? What are they waiting for?” and the story just took off from there.
On a side note/guilty admission: I may have been subconsciously thinking about “Stars” from the musical Les Miserables when I wrote those first nine lines. π
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This is beautiful π
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Thank you so much! π
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