Monday, April 20, 2009

Catching Stars




~inspired by loveless thoughts and starry nights~



In Cupid’s labyrinth,

He trails his way,


Through midnight’s obscurity,


His dimming glow,


Recalls the tale,


Of lovers fate.


 

Amidst the daunt of the night,


She takes pity,


On the trialed heart,


She shimmers,


With the blaze of a thousand suns,


For him,


Casting away shadows of doubt,


From unpromising paths,


Familiar as the setting sun.


 

The night ages on,


Hope grows hopeless,


The hunter wearies,


He sighs in discontent,


His crown weighing him down,


Facing lit path,


Reality finally conquers,


His enchanted mind,


For the treasure of tears,


Saw sunlit horizons in her eyes.


 

The night echoes with his voice,


“Beauty behold this humble heart,


For once forsaken,


This heart has found home,


In love.”

 


“Fair heart,


Love could never,


Sail our distance,


Of heaven and earth.”

 


“Star of wonder,


The heart does not abide,


To bounds of God and Man,


For Cupid’s arrow knows not of sin.”

 


 

“Alas,


You have conquered this star,


For my once higher grounds,


Now lays shattered at your feet,


Let it be so,


That I shall descend,


From celestial body,


And I shall be yours forever.”


 

Nights foretold her arrival,


Of distant travel,


Passing her sisters,


They bid farewell,


As the star falls glacially,


From her guarded throne.


 

But promises broken,


Stay true to man,


As he tolerates not,


The wait of time,


Or her,


The hunter is man after all.


 

He heads forth,


Cradling his chasing heart,


For the thirst of the hunter,


Could never be quenched,


By God,


Nor Man himself.


 

In his footprints,


The fallen star fades,


Crippled,


Reminiscent of sweet words,


Now hushed by night winds,


For love sees no future,


Beyond falling and not getting caught,


Love hath no meaning, nor beauty,


Than in the eyes of a star.

 

 -  By Isaac H. George

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