Seeking Starlight In Your Soul

Well at last I have completed my goal of a 1000 word poem. This was written as I gradually fell asleep as can possibly be guessed. I wonder who will guess where it was that I started to drift off. But still it adds a dreamy quality to the poem (I hope) as opposed to a dreadful words put down done sort of a quality. Either way enjoy!

Seeking Starlight In Your Soul

A thousand words inside my brain

About the stars or sky or rain

I dream of fame I dream of love

Of splendour and the worlds above

So many strands of poetry

Adrift and alone on a wide, wide sea

Ideas soaring through the air

Each beacons of wonder, a talent filled flare

My mind and my imagination

Buzzing with the familiar sensation

Fitting the multitude of words into place

Giving life, giving breath, forming body and face

Of the poem that sprung from a single quotation

The source of my newly born fresh inspiration

“Reach high, for stars are hidden in your soul,

Dream deep for every dream precedes the goal”

I read these words of purple brilliance

A basis for me with my lasting resilience

To move on from a recent fall

And clamber over another wall

A mighty wall that seeks to prevent

The one thing in life that would make me content

To not be forgotten, remembered as one

Who succeeds in his dreams, to shine bright as the sun

To build something lasting, inspire a friend

To leave something behind when I come to the end

To achieve an ambition, accomplish a goal

Uncover the stars that reside in my soul

So I draw words together, and add in a meaning

A dash of emotion and then starts the cleaning.

Polishing the diamonds, pruning a verse

And finding the rhymes which I have to coerce

Pleading they somehow will work in some fashion

Without spoiling the sincerity or dampening the passion

And the rhythms conspire against me to flow

I can practically hear them refusing to go

Where I wish but no matter, for though there’s never perfection

 At least I achieve quite a rhythmic inflection

Emotion to thought, and thought into word

If I stick to this rule, then I shan’t be deterred

And I end up with a poem so pretty and pure

And better, a poem that wasn’t, before

And I reach for the dizzy heights and dream of the goal

And seek out the starlight that shines in my soul

And not only do I make, but enjoy what others made

And build upon their former work, in a gleaming cascade

Of idealness and wonder and laughter and defiance

As I stand on the shoulders of previous giants

And although I know the future, is but an unspoilt past

And though existence is so temporary, yet words are built to last

I seek out the starlight, for mile after mile

So that I may share it and bring about a smile

So I write about a susurrus, and Night’s Plutonian Shore

 A tangled web of gossamer threads, and many many more

I tell the story of the cavernous pit, and the tale of the frying pan girl

And I sing of the sadness on the Elvianic Coast, and of pearl, after pearl after pearl

I relate to the teddy bear massacre, and to a beautiful goddess queen

And Golden Gods and Gentle Assassins, and alpacas that munch on the green

Infernos and tempests and defiers of dusk, of evenings forever disturbed

A thousands tales, a million sights, until the pen is curbed

And so I sail the maelstrom and the storm born silver waves

I trek through fields of clover and pass crumbling mossy graves

I write and dream and love and live, I ache, and quake, and see

I think, and work, and hope, and pray I run, and do, and be

I carry a simple message, though the message is unknown

For only you can understand what only you are shown

For every word that ever was has significance to all

From darkest dismay to rapturous enthral

So I sleep so long and deep

I laugh, I speak, I weep

And strive to reach the goal

And the starlight in my soul

I watch over the plains of endeavour

A land that lasts for ever

With no known boundary

Except that of eternity

And I go on and on and on

Until my inspiration’s gone

In my gentle lulling way

On this fine and halcyon day

For I don’t know when I’ll cease

In this wondrous magic peace

Softly softly sighs the moon

And the lapping of monsoon

Lapping lapping at my door

Seeking silence on the shore

As the restless rabble roam

Yet every road will lead to home

As I submerge into the dark

And the subdued shining spark

In the sleepy soothing dreams

Where nothing’s ever as it seems

“Better by far you should forget and smile,

Than that you should remember and be sad”

 The rustling of pages on a distant isle

The only sound that ever made me glad

And soon the lines that fingers gently type

Emerging from an almost sleeping brain

Shall drift into the comfort of the night

Or washed away by crystal rain

Musing from thought to random thought

As way leads onto way

Voldemort is terrified of cats

As day turns into night and night to day

Disturbing my haze

With a short jab of fear

Strange glowing lights

Can be seen on the pier

Wittering, flittering, slumbering rush

Silver sheen dolphins, silent hush
Quiet jubilance from on high
Frolicking beneath a silver sky

No more innocent

Sleep chocked rambles

Focus,

On the drowsy shambles

Penned whilst drifting far away

In cold cut clear as crystal clay

  And yet this is a brief respite

From the somnolent grasp of night

Soon again I’ll droop and dream

And linger in a land serene

Yet still the gush of words they flow

With no force saying where to go

So spread aimlessly round the page

Bereft of passion, heat or rage

I gradually bring them back to might

And reclaim the eternal height

Of ethereal sunless spires

And the thrum of cedar lyres

Caverns caught in ice and flame

The knowledge of an unutterable name

Splendiferous sentiments

Seemingly whole

The spirit recaptured

Completing my goal

So I stop and look back

At the way that things are

And smile at the soul

Brim with light from a star