December 21, 2015

Star Drops

The streetlight filled the raindrops on the windshield,
Making them burn like orange stars.
Rolling constellations
Dribbled down the sloped glass heavens,
Forming pools of dying light.

He saw tracks of fallen star-drops
Streak in shadow across the dashboard,
And he waited for a sign,
Wondering what was written in the stars,
Something had to change.

But nothing spoke,
And rivulets of drizzled stardust
Reflected on his temples,
Making him wish he could cry,
Making him grieve the numbness of his eyes.

Some deep nebulous gloom
Refused to shrink into a star
That could perhaps trace the lines
Of his aching face
Or at least become the unwept sparkle in his eye.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
No one wonders what you are.
We have other things to wonder about
Because when it rains, it pours,
And when it rains stars, it pours galaxies.

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