Stars
Look up at the night sky, and what do you see? Thousands upon thousands of dots of white light, a star studded night, and you could almost take flight because they just…feel…so…close, comforting, all…the same. No. Look deeper. Burning masses of white, yellow, blue, red, countless miles across, so vast you could never comprehend their depth. Oh, and what these stars have seen! The creation of planets, the slow deaths of their neighbors, the ebb and the flow of the world, the push and the pull, constantly changing, rearranging, the universe in their hands, the power to tip the scales with a movement in either direction… and some will be long dead by the time we recognize their light. I look before me tonight, and I see my own galaxy, a sea of black, 140 eyes shining bright as stars, all united but so very different, because we are the stars and we are the planets, all made of the same dust but no less unique, and we grow brighter the darker the sky, distant lights in a lost generation. Here, of all places, we have the power to shift the scales, to really be heard, to raise our voices and sing out loud, because we are the future and we are made of the past, we are the songs sung at two in the morning because maybe there’s still hope in the world, we are the single word that changes the meaning of a sentence, we have the fire of the stars in our hearts, and we, as different as we all are, have the power to change the world.
Fields
Stars shine and gleam
across the horizon,
over the fields of white daises,
like pearls in the moonlight.
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