Bright Star (poem)


Breathe my chrysalides beauty

In the rhythm of your words

like the barest whiff of memory

you crack me open

Drawn between the lines of love

Inside the holiness of affections grace

I know I am real

existing in our reflection

living an eternity inside your cadence

A heart beating out my name in whispers

between walls palms pressed

Upon butterfly’s breathe

Floating atop the flowering treetops

Soul emboldened in your embrace

I will love you ever steadfast

we will become immortal

Oh, to be your bright Star

~by DCT

From reading this one might gather I’ve seen Bright Star a few times and it is no doubt appallingly obvious I’m afflicted with romanticism. But Keats was undeniably a great poet.

Monday Meditation-Bright Star

Bright Star! by J. Keats

BRIGHT Star! would I were steadfast as thou art—

Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,

And watching, with eternal lids apart,

Like Nature’s patient sleepless Eremite,

The moving waters at their priestlike task         5

Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,

Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask

Of snow upon the mountains and the moors:—

No—yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,

Pillow’d upon my fair Love’s ripening breast  10

To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,

Awake for ever in a sweet unrest;

Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,

And so live ever,—or else swoon to death.

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