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DRIPPING STARS (DAY 4)

 

                      DRIPPING STARS 

Teardrops are like a shimmer on a rain washed sky

They're the reason for the rainbows of memories sparkling bright


A star, is my frozen tear that keeps twinkling and pulsing 

Like pearls incandescent and diamonds on a hyaline night


On a midwinter night among a chorus of stars serenading the moon

A scorch of enchanting ethereal silver 

Blazed brilliantly across the indigo in a dash of glitter


"Make a wish" my heart did whisper 

And so I with my fragile courage, did muster


I wished upon that star and asked for a wand so powerful to turn back time 

To send you back to me, my heart pleadingly did chime.


Or a crystal ball so magical, to find you and seek you…never let you go

To cast a spell and make all my dreams come true or stay there forever with you.


I wish I could hear you one more time as you say 

"Let me tie up your hair, you won't feel hot on a summer day…"


You'd say, "Have a full glass of warm turmeric milk to help you sleep better"

Tears trickle as I ask the heavens, "Do they have a postman there to deliver my letter?"


Fly to Neverland with you and together party with favorites Tinkerbell and Peter Pan 

To steal you from the angels 'cause I need you more than you can imagine 


To slide down a rainbow, get that lucky pot of gold and give it all to you…

Will my wishes be fulfilled, is it destined to come true?


Can you hear me when I call for you? 

Tears smudge my poems on this side but are you aware as you walk away to the other?


The barrier between us is a soundproof air mass… 


I have preserved you like a cold-cut gem, in my unspoken memories. 

Will you visit me tonight in my dreams

And soothe away the creases on my forehead of worries?


Puddles of tears can't contain in the mighty lacuna, we're such chasmal voids apart 

You've departed, taking a large chunk of my heart!

©️ Sangeetha Kamath

Pic Courtesy:Image by efes from Pixabay




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