A Plea to the Deceitful Stars

by Golden AnGel Rhapsodist   Aug 14, 2025


Is it a crime to love so deep,
That even angels wake and weep?
Yet sorrow answers, sharp and near,
Its breath, a blade I nightly hear.

My thoughts, like birds, take flight, then fall,
To strike against fate’s iron wall.
No harbor left where peace may stay,
Only the tide that pulls away.

I mask my wounds, but shadows know,
They trail my heart where’er I go.
Why must your wrath be fixed on me,
O twisted hand of destiny?
Is there no right for one who prays,
To taste the dawn of gentler days?

My mind takes flight in restless streams,
Then shakes away unfinished dreams.
With nothing left to hold or bind,
No peace, no ease, no rest to find.

My heart stands ready, though it bleeds,
For love to come and meet my needs.
Whoever’s meant to be my own,
I’ll treasure him as I have shown.

Hear my dreams, hear me cry,
Cast to the cold and merciless sky.
With trembling hands and salt stained eyes,
I beg, I plead, I agonize
Withhold not the treasure my soul has sought,
The dream long woven in threads of thought

O faithless stars, must you conspire,
To quench my heart’s most fragile fire?
If love exists, then let it be mine,
Before this soul forgets to shine.

© 2025 Golden Angel Rhapsodist a.k.a Gelyn All Rights Reserved

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