I See Stars

Everywhere I look I see stars. They shine bright when I blink and they fade to a low glow when I stare. Wherever I look I find them looking back with knowing light that twinkles with secret things. They are glued to the backs of my lids and they are fixed to my eyes. I find them fallen all around, and I find them soaring high above.

I see stars that tell stories of myself. They hang around waiting for questions that never come. They haunt my sight screaming silent words into the void that is my within. I see them when I sleep and I see them when I wake. I see them when I look and I see them when I try to shield my gaze. They are there dancing within my mind, shaking with words that need an escape. 

I see stars that speak of long dead wishes, of bleeding dreams and broken visions. I see stars that are a mere reflection of light coming off the death of a strong burning flame. I see stars that are nothing but leftover illusions that constantly remind of the dying souls it left behind. I see stars that scream of disappointment and embed the knowledge of fading brightness within every light. 

I know what they would speak and yet they keep haunting my sight. Everywhere I look I see stars. They shine when I blink and they shine when I stare. Everywhere I look I find them looking back with knowing light trying to tell me secret things. They are glued to the backs of my lids waiting for questions that never come. They are fixed to my eyes shaking with stories that need an escape. 

I see stars everywhere I look, and when I finally listen to all their words they tell me secret things that I never knew. I see stars that tell stories of life after what they thought was their death. I see stars that burn brighter than the flame that died to give them life. I see stars that remind that long dead wishes, bleeding dreams and broken visions are nothing but a prelude to brighter lights that bring fire to worlds and skies. I see stars that linger everywhere I look to tell me that the end is the beginning, and the death of fire doesn't mean the light is gone.