"Who?" Asks the Stars

A Poem By Taylor // 11/25/2007


The world cries big,
salty tears. It dovels
with closed eyes,
clutching its head
in its hands,
hiding its face.

It dreams
broken dreams,
remembers a past
that is dead, hoping
in a future
that will never come.

Cry, dear world,
big, salty tears.
Wrinkle your fault-lines
with trembling,
boil the seas.
And the stars ask:
"Who will come
and comfort
this big, blue world?"


Falling through space,
a simple satellite
among the billions
orbiting the stars,
with its brother
and sister planets.

But it’s slowing down,
drawing closer
to this big ball of fire.
Its oceans fling
salty waves onto the beaches,
and the moon draws
the tears up above
to the white cliffs of Dover,
sending them wailing
and shrieking into the void.
"Who will come?
Who will comfort this
big, blue world?" asks the stars.


i don't get it.....

i don't get it.....

Anonymous | Tue, 12/18/2007

Well, it's poetry. Sometimes

Well, it's poetry. Sometimes you don't have to get it.

Emily-Smileygirl (not verified) | Tue, 01/08/2008

Sheesh, it's poetry, don't

Sheesh, it's poetry, don't take it literally. When it comes to that, Stars don't talk!

This poem is lovely.

Anna | Fri, 01/04/2008

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

I didn't mean to. I was just

I didn't mean to. I was just saying..........never mind. I don't what's going on with me right now.

Emily-Smileygirl (not verified) | Fri, 01/04/2008

It's wonderful, excellent

It's wonderful, excellent job here. I love it very very much. ^^

When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.

Mara Kudos | Wed, 03/12/2008

When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.


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