I Can’t See the Stars

I can’t see the stars 
For too long.
They hurt my eyes with longing
For the unseen.

I can’t see the people
For too long.
They hurt my eyes with longing 
For what could have been.

Long years built walls and ceilings
Dressed-up plaster neighbors
Who do not hurt or rob me
Arcana to surround me
Where blue skies cannot spurn.

But somewhere in the concrete
My hardened heart lies buried.
No tender arms will hold me
No twilight rays enfold me
In twinkling eyes of love

And I can’t see the stars.
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42 thoughts on “I Can’t See the Stars”

    1. Lyric poetry lets you get into persona, and sometimes distressingly so, because we’ve all had moments of loss or yearning. As for our puppy dog, she’s the cheer in the bleak for sure! Thanks for reading, Linda 🙂 I enjoyed your comparative look in your last post at Judas and the woman with the expensive ointment, btw.

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