Desire

Desire caught the little star
Who twinkled in the nighttime sky,
And she yearned to travel far,
And mourned that life should pass her by.

Though troubles few she wept and moaned
Throughout each dust and dawn,
And with her worries carefully sewn,
She sought to carry on.

Each triumph seemed like sallow paste,
Each conquest tasted dirt,
And with sins as yet unfaced,
She soaked in her own silent hurt.

Across a silver speckled night
She searched for each desired whim,
Seeking what was hers (by right)
Her mind now tottering on it's rim.

Finally in her last despair
She bowed in desperation
And launched herself into the air
Away from perch and station.

Flying through a darkening void,
A speck, with tail of fire.
Her worries were at last destroyed
-And then, so was desire.

~November 1982





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