... in which I kill time by the hour ...

Jan 15, 2016

Poetry: "Fiery as the Stars"

My blog is turning into a full-on poetry blog ... 
Why am I saying it like it's a bad thing; it's really not. I'm actually ecstatic that my brain, even sporadically, is rekindling this passion of mine after so many years.


FIERY AS THE STARS

You look at him
And your eyes question
“Have you ever known
How my heart for you
Had raged and burned
Fiery as the stars above”

He looks at you
And his silence responds
“Even stars, incandescent
Are destined for death
Like my heart for you
When the warmth faded”


This first post of 2016 you can wholly blame on Star Wars - and no, it has nothing to do with The Force Awakens (which I loved).
As it turns out, much as I am Star Wars trash, I'm also ultimate trash for Obi-Wan and Anakin and their doomed relationship - platonic, romantic, who cares, it was love - and thanks to tumblr, I've been exposed to unhealthy amounts of Matthew Stover's "Revenge of the Sith" novelisation snippets which, apart from making ObiKin ultimate canon (which it always was), had absolutely beautiful prose that reduced me to a maudlin wreck.

This particular poem was inspired by the unassuming phrase "Eventually, even stars burn out." which is part of a couple of gorgeous paragraphs that I fell in love with despite them breaking my heart to pieces.

Weirdly, that phrase brought into existence this poem, which is a nod to people who apparently fall in and out of love for no reason. Not only is it a topic that has nothing to do with those paragraphs which talks about the warring Dark and Light of the Force, but it is also a topic I'm not well-versed in (but then again, I'm also way too realist for my own good, I'm the type who calls bullshit on the love-at-first-sight sort of thing, but the words refused to leave me alone and who, really, am I to ever deny words?

The other paragraph in that quote that continues to resonate with me is this:
The dark is generous and it is patient and it always wins – but in the heart of its strength lies its weakness: one lone candle is enough to hold it back.
Love is more than a candle.
Love can ignite the stars.
Love can ignite the stars. Uh, OTP feels, anyone?