The Stars Cried Not
The single point of light
stood alone,
far out
on the black
edge of eternity
waiting. . .waiting. . .waiting
for an answering spark,
an understanding spirit
from across the void
of life's dull repetition;
light drawing light
into one great flame
for a brief instant
before flickering
out of existence.
in that moment
between heartbeats,
when the world
isn't looking.
to appear again
somewhere else,
another rhyme,
another dusty tome,
another lonely light
looking for a home. . .
and the stars cried not.
