Those veiled orbs..
They tug at something so basic, so primal.
A plaintive call that shakes through and through.
But what they say is in stark contrast to everything else.
The stories they hold, the sorrows they shield, the wants they shelter, the wounds they fiercely cover...
all but glimpsed fleetingly as they appear for a second, then disappear.
The disquiet, the unsaid words, the fears, the fatigue, the wishes, the dreams;
the disappointments, the hopes, the expectations-
all that's masked otherwise, resides in those dark stars.
But stars, are they?
Or black bottomless holes, with their unfathomable depths.
And their mysteries...
For everything is hidden; nothing shared or discussed.
It is the unintentional communication that ever gives out the clues, rare and short lived as it might be.
It shouts out loud a minute, looking everywhere for a release.
A temporary solace, if nothing better..
Always looking, but never quite successful.
Thunder and lightening- flashes of wrath.
Pent up frustrations; disappointments not openly discussed-
They all live in those wells of darkness; echoing within those closed chambers;
Always sheltered with unwavering determination,
But always looking and searching, hoping for answers...
They tug at something so basic, so primal.
A plaintive call that shakes through and through.
But what they say is in stark contrast to everything else.
The stories they hold, the sorrows they shield, the wants they shelter, the wounds they fiercely cover...
all but glimpsed fleetingly as they appear for a second, then disappear.
The disquiet, the unsaid words, the fears, the fatigue, the wishes, the dreams;
the disappointments, the hopes, the expectations-
all that's masked otherwise, resides in those dark stars.
But stars, are they?
Or black bottomless holes, with their unfathomable depths.
And their mysteries...
For everything is hidden; nothing shared or discussed.
It is the unintentional communication that ever gives out the clues, rare and short lived as it might be.
It shouts out loud a minute, looking everywhere for a release.
A temporary solace, if nothing better..
Always looking, but never quite successful.
Thunder and lightening- flashes of wrath.
Pent up frustrations; disappointments not openly discussed-
They all live in those wells of darkness; echoing within those closed chambers;
Always sheltered with unwavering determination,
But always looking and searching, hoping for answers...
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