Chasing Stars

The night sky is dark and deep

Its tiny hearts glow as the world sleeps

“Those are fairy dust”, the little girl said

“Lets collect them”, said Bill

“They are right there, on the hill”

Just after dinner, the climbed up the mound

And leapt for the moon, off the ground

Their fingers touched just thin air

So they climbed a tree, to catch it from there

As they climbed, the stars ran away

“We are tiny” cried his sister, “we can’t reach the sky”

“Lets send our flying toys then”, came the reply

They sent kites and balloons to chase the hearts

And model planes and lots of darts

The kites and planes, tangled up in the trees

The darts and balloons were swept by the breeze

The two small kids cried in dismay

Nothing could chase the stars, far away

“Lets build our own stars, that’s what we’ll do!”

Beaming smiles carried cardboard and glue

They built a night sky, glowing and dark

The stars like small tiny shining marks

Lying upon it, they dreamt through the night

Of flying under the star light

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This is something I wrote whilst writing something else and this one turned out to be better. I think its the first time I have written a poem with a storyline where everything is symbolic. Would love to see what you interpret! Lets talk in the comments.

Also yes, I am back! I apologise for not reading your posts but I am gonna try my best to catch up with my reader.

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