Star: A Sestina, by The Irish Child Subscribe to rss feed for The Irish Child

They look upon the setting sun
with gazing eyes, looking at their God
whose body is that of a star
‘Tis the end of the day
and your eyes are taken captive
by the colors of the sky

Winged creatures soar about the sky
as they follow the retreating sun
as the wind takes them captive
when they glide beside their God
on the melting summer day
they follow the fading star

The night shows endless stars
hanging in the sky
waiting for day
to bring the rising sun
To brig back birds and the God
that will again take you captive

Those who were taken captive
return with the summer worn star
The image left of God
ridding the tear scarred sky
as it backs away from the sun
to mark a new day

The leaves fall at the break of day
swirled by the wind, they are captive
they dance before the sun
reaching for the star
flying into the sky
to touch their God

Nature is the God
we gaze upon each day
reaching up to the sky
Our hearts taken captive
by the burning, glowing star
that takes its place as the star

The sun is no God
But is the star of the day
It is captive in the melting sky

Posted: 2006-03-04 16:19:35 UTC

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