By: Srishty
Waiting for the sun to set
for the lingering warm hues of day to fade
out of the sky
like water trickling
through a stream
in the woods
Only to be replaced
with the inky black dome
of the night sky
Like a blanket
with a myriad of stars
piercing through
Those beacons of light
seeming to us
inside our encased
cocoon-like worlds
as though they were still
living entities
and not only remnants
of long gone souls
somewhere in the universe.
Isn’t it funny?
that our stories
our myths
and our history
are intertwined
with points of light
that are memories of what
there used to be.
Then again,
should we not all aspire
to have such lasting legacies
as do the stars?
Even though
their light faded
like a dying flame
millions, billions, trillions of miles away
the vestiges remain
as a reminder
and a remembrance
We can only hope
that the memories
and the stories told
after we leave this world
are eloquent as the ones
told by the stars in the night sky
I like the personification at the end.
Very nice use of advanced words and figurative language. Ex: Isn’t it funny? that our stories
our myths
and our history
are intertwined
with points of light
that are memories of what
there used to be.
I loved the meaning and emotions.