Solitude's companion is solitude,
It sits like an oracle
Midst windswept peaks and
Deserts of forgotten ice.
“Seek the face of warmth!”
The faces of stars shine like new hope,
Guiding Hamelin children to
The Land of Peace.
But stars shine in day as well.
Indeed, they hide like
Polonius
behind a tapestry of blue.
Behind a bolt of pink.
Eyes are like stars.
Behind Listless eyecovers.
Hiding and concealed.
I can see dreamy inspiration.
Rolling lazily,
They convict me of
My own insignificance.
Banishing me to the aesthetic life.
Stars: hide my sunrise's sunset
From monster's eyes.
very true. Eyes are not the windows to the soul, they are windows to the stars. Some shine long after they have died, tricking you with the image of beauty where only apathetic emptiness remains. I very much LIKE this one
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