While waiting for the stars
To somehow align
I borrowed your fantasies
And turned them into mine
I couldn’t keep clinging
To the old ones I kept
They were too full of sadness
And so much regret
© 2019 Michelle Cook
stars
One last wish
Searching the depths
Of the starry night sky
Arms reaching out
With tears in her eyes
And yet once again
There was no reply
So she made her last wish
And said a final goodbye
© 2018 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; As she walked to the end of the wooden boards, the stars spoke to her.
Buckets of Wishes
Scattered haphazardly
Filling the great expanse
Lies infinite buckets of wishes
Created carefully in advance
Each one brims to overflowing
Radiating iridescent dreams
And pools of liquid star dust
Gush out between the seams
These shimmering streams of magic
Mesmerizingly cascade
Throughout the mighty caverns
Searching for crevices to invade
It’s a curious sight to observe
A spectacle most will never behold
And some believe it a mere fabrication
Because they trust what they’ve always been told
After witnessing such an extraordinary scene
And watching moonbeams slosh upon the floor
I can honestly tell you without a doubt
This bizarre place really isn’t folklore
So I invite you to come and take a glimpse
Into this world of whimsy and fun
Come fly with me to the moon and back
The merriment just can’t be outdone!
© 2018 Michelle Cook
The stars stood on standby
The stars stood on standby
Each one wordlessly waiting for a sign
To move their fixed positions
And finally realign
Yet the gesture never came
And so they kept their rooted stances
Waiting in anticipation
For a word from the far expanses
Cynicism made them grow dim
And caused some to fall from the heavens
And those are the few
Who have left considerable impressions
The remainder still wait
In a state of restless apprehension
Biding their time
In the hopes of a fourth dimension
© 2018 Michelle Cook
For a full month of writing prompts, click here! The stars stood on standby
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