Poetry - Stars

" 

I cling to stars.

Hard diamonds, 

Rigid in a universal frame.

Look up - lights.

"You are not blind

Do not say so."

Heavy crucifix to shape my form

Pointing towards the pole, (north).

Directing a wrought-out man

Tonight you look the same as last time.

No struggle in

Finding gaps

To bury my fingernails in.

To cling on and slowly spin

Round and round.

Shhhhhh…(louder)

Shhhhhh…

A scalpel streaking against the

Tar black forehead of God.

Falling, Shooting.

A beautiful display to conceal

Panic and fear.

Running back and forth, falling

Sought-after words that start and end

On Point.

Faithless falling stars.

The night sky is a deep darkness

With firmly set lights,

Begging for trust."

from December 2012