Stars in My Pockets

CELESTIAL POETRY

A poem

Photo by Greg Rakozy on Unsplash

Some nights I look up at the blanket of darkness and the stars are so bright 
As if they are Tiny shards of mirrored glass suspended in the sky 
Held in place by some otherworldly force

And I wait…

I know the day will come when I awake in the morning
The force has been broken and there they are 
Scattered all over the ground

And…
Do you know what I will do?

I will pick them up 
And I will fill my pockets

With Stars.

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