You talked to the stars <br />as if they knew you <br />whispered their sweet names <br />& they came to you <br /> <br />like cows <br />grazing in your mind <br />you gave them their known names <br />& they adored you <br /> <br />taming the night skies <br />their constellations your consolation. <br />You tell me that: “The stars are really <br />all the dead that ever were <br />...looking down on us! ” <br /> <br />No longer earth bound <br /> beyond <br />the reach of such human grief <br />as yours <br />you <br />convinced <br />you will be a star <br />lost in these heavens. <br /> <br />* * * <br /> <br />This cold night <br />the stars trapped in the sky <br />Forever <br />only a poster <br />peeling from a crumbling wall <br /> <br />to reveal <br />past Forevers <br />past recall. <br />Memory only a circus <br />an audience’s gasp <br /> <br />as an acrobat slips up <br />& falls <br />in the big top of your dreams <br />once again the music fails <br />the memory of your laughter <br />like the tinkling of bells <br />trembling inside me <br /> <br />beside my self <br />beside you <br />all this forever gone <br />I search for you in the heavens <br />find only stars trapped in a sky.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bright-star-2/
