Little Dancers

As blithe little dancers,
gently decorate the sky,
and move across heavens,
you question the reasons why.

 

Bright sunshine or cloudy night,
hides them from our view,
- they are there and there they stay,
never failing to imbue.

 

Give to us? Yes they do,
in whispers so profound;
it’s not with ears you have to hear,
for they speak without a sound.

 

Quiet you mind and listen deep,
to that voice within your soul,
lay yourself upon the grass,
and give to them control.

 

There flat upon the ground,
the dancers work their art,
and take from you the burdens,
that poison your very heart.

 

“Just things up there, in the sky,”
some believe the stars to be,
for them nothing is certain,
no “thing” can set them free.

 

For me the stars are angels,
that live up in the sky,
they give to us God’s wisdom,
and answer the question why.

Reviews

[Drake Hyman]

I liked it. good work indeed. I felt the first half to be better; more poetic in my opinion. and the other half was you showing yourself through it, and what the stars are to you, which is needed, don't get me wrong. I just noticed the shift somewhat, even if you weren't attempting to make a shift. well done though.

[J.Black]

"For me the stars are angels,
that live up in the sky,
they give to us God's wisdom,
and answer the question why."

I agree, they leave us star dust to remember them by.
Well written like always, simply beautiful.

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Very beautiful. I have often thought stars are souls past from this life into another energy source. Quite an extraordinarily beautiful poem.
Light,
Siddartha

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Beautifully written, I love the last 4 lines, very nicely done. Thank you for sharing. Debileah