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Show Me the Stars, My Love


Hello, my name is Rose. Sometimes I write things, but inspiration is a bit fickle. Feedback is welcome. Appreciate ya.


Show me the stars, my love.

Please, take me somewhere open;

With soft ryegrass and honeyed lilac,

and a sky untouched by the city lights.

Every night, my lungs fill with the glare of streetlights,

And the sounds of traffic below;

Drowning in the impossible darkness

Of a world that isn’t my own.

I am here for you, my love.

I cannot be here much longer.

I am a wild bird, after all.

And love doesn’t mean so much to birds.

This sky is too low for me to fly.

So, show me the moon.

Not as it is reflected on the office building next door,

Let me see the sky again, let me see it with you.

Show me something raw, and pure;

Untouched by the endless trample of time.

Forgive me, my love,

I thought I could do everything.

Anything at all to be at your side.

But you ask too much...

Show me the stars, my love.

Please, please, let me go.

I can feel my heart rotting within me

As all things do without sunlight.

To the wild shall this bird fly:

Back to the wind-battered moors:

Back to the ancient forests.

The redwoods are the only skyscrapers I need.

Only then will I be free again:

Awash in the glow of a million dying suns…..



Robin Carretti from Hightstown on February 16, 2018:

Such swift imagination and so starry inviting

Fin from Barstow on February 12, 2018:

Wow. quite a spectacular poem. Nice play on light imagery and the contrast of the urban and natural.....redwoods are the only skysrapers i need....the moon reflected in office buildings....skies too low for birds to fly.

Rose (author) on February 12, 2018:

Thank you so much. That's exactly the tone I was going for.

threekeys on February 12, 2018:

I found this poem beautifully haunting.

Look foward to reading more of your poems Rose.

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