Do you think the stars are lonely,
Oh so far apart.
Burning bright with all their might,
But siting so along.
Do you think they smile when you look upon them,
Do you think they laugh and cry.
Do you think they are like you and I,
And enjoy life as they can.
Do you think they cry themselves to sleep,
Sad and so alone,
They shine all day and night,
To no true avail.
No one comes to say good day,
And no one says good night.
No one comes to touch your hand and say that it will be alright.
No kindness to share,
No one to speak to,
Sitting alone in the sky,
Or do you think they shine and shout,
To laugh with their friends,
Each star above glinting in their happiness,
As another night is glowed away,
And another memory shared.
Paint a picture,
But what with,
With a paint brush,
Or with words.
Do I create one scene in many hours,
Or paint a story with each word,
Image by image showing the way,
Enticing you to come in.
I know a picture can tell a thousand words,
But one word can paint so many more.
I write the words "the summers sun",
and you see the suns rays shining down,
The bright new flowers growing tall,
A cloudless sky, the warmth and light,
Shining upon us all.
But then if i say "darkness",
You see each shadow creeping past,
And see each shaded corner,
And see the light so far away,
Far too dim to recognise.
I think that words can say so much,
And in your mind you fly.
Among each image from every word,
And see each star and moon,
So in your mind you see the light,
The love and happiness.
You see each one how you wish,
And all your wishes come true.
We pass as shadows in the night,
As ships on the high sea.
We touch as waves carress the shore,
As the sun lays upon the sea.
You are a flicker of bright light,
A swirling mist of haze,
Brief as a rainbow in the rain,
A bolt of lightning in a storm.
We are just merely butterflies,
Flitting on the breeze.
Touching for a moment with our hearts,
And flying on again.
We are but sunrays,
From behind a cloud,
A shadow from a bee.
We are a drop of dew upon the grass,
That soon will fly away.
You are a moonbeam in the darkness,
The slight blink of a small star,
Just a flicker before a cloud does form.
A slight thunderous rumble in the far off distance,
Or the dance of a firefly by night,
Under the stars slight light.