When the moon is round and full and dreaming,
look up, young traveler,
into the starry heavens.
You with the stars and planets in your eyes,
the whole sky dreaming in your face,
are beloved of the wind,
a grandchild of the sun.
Your eyes dance among the stars,
as Sky Woman spins one hundred golden moons
and whirls the starry heavens like a top
for your delight.
We are all star travelers here.
We arrive still bemused by the Mystery
but, sometimes, as we travel, we forget.
This keeps us yearning towards the nighttime skies,
for there are flight maps there,
written among the stars
to be decoded
by all stardust voyagers
in the dark and starry night,
who have yet to discover
the gift of transcendental sight.
One of my responses to the stars prompt at Real Toads yesterday.
Posted for Day 7 of Poem a Day for April
Posted for Day 7 of Poem a Day for April
When I look at the sky tonight, I'll be thinking of this poem. I hope I have that transcendental sight to see how to best live my life, what flights I need to take. This poem is beautiful Sherry.
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ReplyDeleteLove, love, love this line. The hope it implies, the brightness of the imagery, even the smile I see in my head. Most of all, I adore the thought of everyone being similar and made of the same stardust.
Star children...I like that idea.
ReplyDeleteHave a blessed day.
And who better to tell us of the stars than you, Sherry Blue Sky! Love this!!
ReplyDeleteNow that Sky Woman bit looks interesting Sherry!
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely wonderful Sherry :D
ReplyDeleteLove the idea that we are all star travelers, Sherry. The other night, I woke up in the dark, aware I could see something sparkling in the window. Thought it was larger than usual stars. Looked closer and found it was raindrops being reflected by moonlight. Doesn't that sound like a poem to you?
ReplyDelete"the whole sky dreaming in your face" love that Sherry
ReplyDeleteLove your images here Sherry, especially the stardust ones, and your middle stanza reminds us so poignantly of the stars in a child's eyes, and how easily they dim.
ReplyDeleteSky Woman spins one hundred golden moons
ReplyDeleteI love this image, Sherry. It is so imaginative.
Love your closing line, Sherry...such promise in this poem a beautiful tale of immense vision!
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful, Sherry! It immediately made me think of my little girl.
ReplyDeletesherry, this is so absolutely amazing...
ReplyDeletethe star travelers, stardust voyagers. wow! love it.
beautiful... i can see you gazing will writing.
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful poem reminding one of our common journey. Full moon and/or a night sky full of stars does indeed cause one feel in awe of the vastness of the universe. Thank you for sharing this.
ReplyDeleteThis flows so well--it makes me want to dance. We had the most incredible full moon here in the desert this month.
ReplyDeleteWe all shine on, like the moon, and the stars, and the sun...You have me singing John Lennon. Your words are beautiful.
ReplyDeleteand a gorgeous pen it is ~
ReplyDeleteI hope some of those you travelers will tip their hat to the crosses on the highway where I have stopped traveling. Nice write, Sherry, I enjoyed your slant on the voyage of life travels.
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I hope some of those young travelers will tip their hat to the crosses on the highway where I have stopped traveling. Nice write, Sherry, I enjoyed your slant on the voyage of life travels.
ReplyDeleteThey can pick a flower or two if there are enough for that.
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I love watching the stars ... they seem to guide us through :-)
ReplyDeleteTo have the gift of transcendence is a gift indeed. Thank you, Sherry. k. (Manicddaily)
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely beautiful, Sherry! And magickal.
ReplyDeleteSherry dear, it is like words from my heart that you have beautifully written .I get this kind of a similar feeling when I watch the night sky . Thanks for bringing it out so beautifully .
ReplyDeleteYou offer enlightenment here! In all your poems you do, starry one. And then, I wonder, how you have time to respond to comments as well.
ReplyDeleteStar children, yes, both metaphysical & romantic. Somehow, the poem is rife with ten kinds of hope, no black holes in sight. Living in a big city, the night sky for me is blurry, with very few stars. On our road trips in the summer though, usually crossing the Southwest on the way to TX to see the in-laws, those night skies over the desert are more magical than imagination could provide.
ReplyDeleteWe are all, indeed, travelers; and the lessons are scattered throughout the journey. Free will, choice, determine which we learn now, which later.
ReplyDeleteThe stardreamer has spoken indeed.....with wisdom, beauty and a lovely heart! :-)
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