Poem: Stars are brightest in the dark.

[Reverie.]

Miles stretch out ahead,
Consumed, it seems, with this routine.
You know the one; those things they said,
The rooms with windows that cant be seen;
Ones in which the door just fades away,
Disappears. Vanishes. No way out.
No gap in the brick for breeze of the day,
Or air to breathe so you may shout.
No corners or curves, or passers by
Or places to rest. It’s always the way.
Never without blur or questioning why –
Why what? Does it matter anyway?

The stars are shining. In the room a candle’s lit.
They’re only small ones. The flames hardly dance.
They’re easily missed, but glorious when you see it.
They’re hope in the form of fire – they’re chance.
If the road was illuminated the stars would be useless.
If the room had windows the candles would be worthless.
Gold on the spots of life that they’ve marked
Prove stars are always brightest in the dark.

[GoneBeyondRepair]

thats really good Hollie
i like it