Starry Skies Cannot Lie

Starry skies cannot lie;

Not as they look down on us every night, not as they watch us breathe peacefully, unaware of the beauty that lies beyond our painted ceilings/ 

Starry skies cannot lie/ not as they lie at the foot of God, held steady by ropes of starlight gripped in His hands, drifting about as He nods off to sleep

/ not as they witness the true nature of man and woman / the truth we exhibit to ourselves within our four walls but hide outside/

 They confront our lies in dreams, reminding us of a time when things were much more simple/ of a time when things were brighter, more beautiful and rosier/

When as kids we told and retold dreams to friends, wondrous of the elation we felt while entrapped within them and the comfort we felt even in experiencing the unknown/

Starry skies witness such wonder upon faces with eyes shut and widened smiles/ ever immersed in achieving secret desires in the folds of dreams conjured up to save us from the disparity and helplessness we feel in real life/

 They watch us as we toss and turn and drift in and out of sleep/ as we unconsciously rest in the privacy of a locked house and tucked in under heavy quilts / 

But they know better and guard our dream filled sleep, fueling imaginations with moonlight, stardust and silence/

Perhaps they find comfort in seeing us in such a state, when we finally let our guards down, powerless before our addiction to sleep/ wary of being awake and not dreaming/

And even among those awake, they inspire beauty, poetry and love/ 

They challenge lovers looking for moonlight and astronomers searching for hidden stars/ 

They play peekaboo with us and watch us as we give in to wonder and amazement, breathless at the sight of them/ 

They smile down at us as we stand below them, realizing at the smallest level, how insignificant we are in terms of the entire universe/ how much bigger the world around us is/ making us feel silly for constantly obsessing about what the world thinks, never realizing that most ppl are too busy thinking the same to look up and around at others/

Their twinkling glances remind us of what could be, of possibilities yet to be explored, of science and the theories brought about to justify their very existence, / 

Of great people who once upon a time sat in the very spots we take and watched those stars, 

Generations before ourselves, man was in awe of them then and even now, they hold our gaze with the enticing rhythm with which they move and sway in the thick ink of sky/

And if you have ever laid down on grass and watched the night sky, it would spin your head to see the world rotate/ to realize how you walk beneath this sight and never pause to look up

You would feel a connection with the universe that would raise butterflies in your stomach/  and for a moment that feels like eternity, you wont hear anything but silence/ as if the universe was lying still to make space for one more soul/ 

You would rise out of your trance to realize that even sitting up suddenly feels un-natural/ that you could lie and watch the slowly passing clouds and moon and stars for hours and lose sight of everything else in life that you thought was more important/

Hence stars cannot lie, they have seen ages come and go and never once flinched/ they know how much one lie can change the course of time and life/ they know how truth can inspire and mold/ 

Their iridescent beauty bears witness to the radiance of purity and truth below more sordid cloaks

Starry skies therefore lay silent, watching over fragile lives as they come and go/ they offer condolences to lost souls and broken hearts and bring light back into the lives of love struck youth and little kids who are scared of the dark

They gently nudge awake God in the early hours of day so she can paint the new sunrise and put the sparkle into the oceans and seas/ 

They melt into oil for her lamp as she maps out destiny, karma and meeting paths for lost soul mates and 

They shine light onto the world so she can see the secrets we keep hidden;the tear drops that stain our worn pillowcases as broken hearts tear and heal;
The prayers we cautiously whisper into the creases of our clasped palms; the weaker hands held within stronger ones, hoping against hope for a brighter tomorrow to greet our humbled loved ones wary of being told how dreams and stars are for the fools.

5/19/2011