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The Stars Keep Calling

The stars, they call

Calling me back

But I cling to this world

Contented at looking up at them.

But they continue to call

Even when I constantly ignore them.

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Why The Star

I once loved the sun

But he only wanted to have fun

He didn’t care about my heart

And so I decided we should be apart

.

I once loved the moon

But he felt we were getting serious too soon

So he said a hurried goodbye

And I was left to cry

.

Then I knew the sky

And we both wanted to try

But the fit wasn’t all too well

So we both decided to say farewell

.

Then came the star

Who was patient in healing my scars

We both took our time

And slowly we started the climb

.

And so it was

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Night by William Blake

The sun descending in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
The moon, like a flower,
In heaven’s high bower,
With silent delight
Sits and smiles on the night.

Farewell, green fields and happy groves,
Where flocks have took delight.
Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen they pour blessing,
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom,
And each sleeping bosom.

They look in every thoughtless nest,
Where birds are covered warm;
They visit caves of every beast,
To keep them all from harm.
If they see any weeping
That should have been sleeping,
They pour sleep on their head,
And sit down by their bed.

When wolves and tigers howl for prey,
They pitying stand and weep;
Seeking to drive their thirst away,
And keep them from the sheep.
But if they rush dreadful,
The angels, most heedful,
Receive each mild spirit,
New worlds to inherit.

And there the lion’s ruddy eyes
Shall flow with tears of gold,
And pitying the tender cries,
And walking round the fold,
Saying, ‘Wrath, by His meekness,
And, by His health, sickness
Is driven away
From our immortal day.

‘And now beside thee, bleating lamb,
I can lie down and sleep;
Or think on Him who bore thy name,
Graze after thee and weep.
For, washed in life’s river,
My bright mane for ever
Shall shine like the gold
As I guard o’er the fold.’

From: https://www.poemhunter.com/poems/night/page-1/13143/

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At night

I talk to the stars

I talk to the moon

I stretch out my hands

And imagine driving the milky way with some sports car
I talk to the galaxy as I lay my head down

And I dream of the cosmos and the nebula

Where I fly

Where I soar