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I Long For Stars


I long for stars
hearing the whistle of far off trains
brisk night breezes
the opening of doors
to familiar faces
uncomplicated circumstances
and nights of endless uninterrupted sleep
and waking up feeling sated
with dreams
I can remember to live

I long for stars
and the thought of not worrying about what remains
how I could take that whistling train
to somewhere
and not be afraid
the comforting change of seasons
the anticipation of what more might happen
the adventure in near and distant places
the uncomplicated circumstances
of nights spent dancing and talking with my dearest friends
living like I'm dreaming
so much time still ahead
an equal number of years behind and in front of me
oh there's still more time to dream in
the present is a gift
open to me


I long for stars
how they deliver me directly to hope
they help me focus
and feel so not alone
keep it all shrunk down to my own
manageable humanity
but now I'm getting older
the stars I long for are dimmer
farther away and much harder to see
how they seem more paired to eternity
and to those faces who were once familiar
who've now become much dimmer
they're distant constellations
far away and gone from me

but
how I've longed for stars
how I hoped to reach them
how I wanted to be one of them

how I long for stars




LEGAL copyright for this poem/work on June 3, 2017 TIME/DATE STAMPED.
directly written to the page and also by this writer/author/poet
Melissa A. Howells and also for this legally copyrighted site title:
Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World


POET'S NOTE: THIS POEM COMES DIRECTLY FROM MY LIFE EXPERIENCE.
I WROTE IT AFTER COMING UP FOR AIR AFTER WHAT WAS A PRETTY
HARROWING EXPERIENCE FOR ME...AND OUT OF A SENSE OF THE FACT
THAT WE'RE ALL FRAGILE AND IMPERMANENT HERE...BUT REGARDLESS
WE CAN CONTINUE TO HAVE HOPES AND DREAMS AS LONG AS WE ARE HERE.

SECOND POET'S NOTE FEB/2021: LOOKING BACK AT THE WORDING OF THIS POEM,
THE EMOTIONS I EXPRESSED WITHIN ITS LINES...I WONDER IF SOMEHOW, I MIGHT
HAVE BEEN PRESCIENT...AS WITH A NOTHER POEM ENTITLED..."WHEN WE
ENMASSE ARE DYING..." I WAS SPEAKING IN THE LATER POEM OF THE UNNECESSARY
DIVIDES THAT EXIST BETWEEN PEOPLE, INCLUDING GENERATIONAL ONES...AND DISCUSSED
WHAT IS WAS LIKE FOR ME TO BE A MEMBER OF THE BABY-BOOM GENERATION
AND THE BENEFITS AND INSIGHTS I GAINED AS A RESULT OF BEING PART OF THAT
GENERATION...AND HOW, SOMEHOW MY GENERATION HAS GOTTEN THE BLAME FROM
GENERATIONS AFTERWARDS FOR THE PROBLEMS THAT ARE TODAY...BLAMING
AND FINGER-POINTING NEVER GOT US ANYWHERE.  I LOVE THIS WORLD AND DO MY
BEST TO RESPECT ALL ITS CREATURES GREAT AND SMALL...I BELIEVE THAT ONE EVER
SOMEONE OR SOME CREATURE OR TREE DIES...THAT IT CREATES A SERIES OF SMALL
CATACLYSMS IN THE EARTHLY PLAIN...AS IF THE UNIVERSE IS CONTINUALLY ACKNOWLEDGING
ITS GRATEFULNESS FOR THOSE WHO WERE PART OF ITS CREATION...

ENDEAVOR TO BE KIND TO ONE ANOTHER...AND TO ACCEPT YOURSELF AS YOU COME
WITH YOUR SPECIAL CHALLENGES AND FLAWS...THAT IS HOW THE WORLD WAS MADE...
IMPERFECTLY...AND ITS THE SLIGHT AND SOMETIMES INTANGIBLE DIFFERENCES
IN THE WORLD WHICH MAKE IT SO DIFFICULT TO LEAVE THIS EARTH...BE WELL.
DECEMBER 25, 2020 ON THE EVE OF MY BIRTHDAY.





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