Child of Stars

Child of Stars

Child of stars, why do you cry so deeply?
You have been lost to the sky,
Lost to the land above,
Join us in the world below
Sing with us
Sleep with us
Rest a while, whilst the world grows.
Become the sparkling dewdrops
That lay upon our leaves.
Become the glittering gemstones
We hide from our destroyers.
Your shimmer will never be lost to us,
It is a gift that was not cherished,
You will spread amongst the earth,
Intertwined with our roots.

Child of stars, why do you weep so sweetly?
You have been found by the world, found by the earth below,
Stay here and become one;
Sway with the reeds that bathe in our rivers.
Glide with the fish beings and run with the grass
Move swiftly,
With purpose,
With tenderness.
Warp the rays of above, dance with their shadows,
See how the blue melts into the white,
Carve it, mould it,
Break upon the ragged surface of the stone
Blend into the wine-red oceans
You are part of us now,
Tangled with our history.

Child of stars, why did you forsake us so?
Sickness was invited into our veins
Our gemstones stolen away
You curse at the tides for their anger,
Hide from the booming and the bolts above.
You have abandoned your gifts
You have spread too far
We now weep as you did
Sickness seeping
From what has been left behind,
We stumble, we hide away from you now
As you were once lost from the sky
You are lost from us now
Cynical screaming
For a belonging you have long destroyed.

Notes

Notes

Below are some notes about this piece, including the thoughts and external inspirations that occurred during its creation. 
Bear in mind, this is simply what I was thinking of when I wrote these poems and what they mean to me. If you interpreted them differently, that does not diminish how you felt as the reader nor the correctness/incorrectness of what you were thinking. 
Child of Stars [2023] is a narrative poem about our connection to the earth. Humans are made of stardust, every element we are made of comes from the endless vacuum above us we so aptly called space. When we fell, we were welcomed by the Earth, we became a part of the Earth, and now we are the source of her destruction. 
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Below are some notes about this piece, including the thoughts and external inspirations that occurred during its creation.
Bear in mind, this is simply what I was thinking of when I wrote these poems and what they mean to me. If you interpreted them differently, that does not diminish how you felt as the reader nor the correctness/incorrectness of what you were thinking. Poetry is subjective, and so is being alive.

“Wine-red” is a reference to the ‘Odyssey’ where Homer described the sea as ‘wine-dark’. This is because after the Greeks mixed their wine with hard, alkaline water typical for the Peloponnesus, it became darker and more of a blue-ish colour. The Greeks had no word to fit the vastness and depth of the ocean so that was as close as they could get. My use of “wine-red” could also be a reference to sacramental wine, the blood of Christ, and Moses’ first plague upon Egypt of turning water to blood. It is both a devotion to the world and a foreshadowing of humanities betrayal. 

Sources: 

NASA Tumblr
New York Times