Star of Dreams

In the ruins of ancient cities

on the wake of destruction

there is a star...so far away

in the ashes lies the broken pieces

of shattered mirrors.

That star is still there, so far and bright,

the sun won't come back up

from the hourglass of time

imprisoned in the fragile starlights.

On the movement of revelation

forward from the sands of flowers

wasted away without any light

but the people walk on with no care

or even acknowledge what happened.

They won't open their eyes for they are blind,

see through all the hidden masks and see into the future.

That star of hope is my only light

which others ignore in the optimistic world

and never see reality...

Walking for hours on this cold world

I seem to be going further but end up in the same place.

Everything is so bleak and I'm alone

to wander in this journey that never seems to end.

Will it ever end? When will I see that star?

Am I getting closer in this reality?...

The hourglass is frozen over; the sun won’t come back...

There is that star; so far, far away...

This poem is a respost from my blog on myspace.