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How Can I Dream Upon A Star If The Sky Is Black

No light to guide me on my way home tonight

By George’s Girl 2026 Published 7 days ago 1 min read
By Marie381Uk 2026

How Can I Dream Upon A Star If The Sky Is Black

How can I dream upon a star, if the sky is black,

If night has swallowed every spark, and will not give them back,

I stand beneath a hollow vast, with hands that reach in vain,

And whisper to a silent dark, that answers me with pain.

The heavens once were full of fire, a scattered silver grace,

Now every light is smothered out, no trace, no tender trace,

My breath becomes a fragile mist, that fades before it grows,

Like every hope I dared to hold, the dark already knows.

I search the empty endless stretch, for one unbroken gleam,

A single pulse of distant light, to resurrect a dream,

But black has wrapped its heavy shroud around what used to be,

And doubt has stitched its shadowed thread through every part of me.

Still somewhere deep within my chest, a stubborn rhythm stays,

A quiet drum that will not yield to all these starless days,

It tells me even buried light remembers how to rise,

Though hidden far beyond the reach of weary, searching eyes.

So I will dream though none can shine, though night denies me sight,

For dreams are born in darker depths, and not in borrowed light,

And maybe in this endless void, where nothing dares to start,

A star is forming silently, inside my breaking heart.

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George’s Girl 2026

I've been writing poetry since the age of 10. With pen in hand, I wander the realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture you ❤️#Marie381UkWrites

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  • Calvin London7 days ago

    One of your best yet, I would say. It was really a wonderful contrast and use of the dark sky to reflect inner feelings. Nicely done.

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