A Poem called Sea of Stars.
Sea of Stars
At least, sadness begets creativity, and the words I form as a tribute to you alleviate my sadness for a while.
Any trial I go through, your memory will see me through
You will guide me
You were a star who has now returned to the stars
I don’t know why or where you are.
Whether near or far, I still feel your soul.
You’re swimming in the sea of stars.
If I painted your soul, what would I find?
If I wrote your personality, how would I go about it?
There’s a lot still unknown.
But I hope you knew you were never alone.
At least, sadness begets creativity, and the words I form as a tribute to you alleviate my sadness for a while.
Any trial I go through, your memory will see me through
You will guide me
You were a star who has now returned to the stars
I don’t know why or where you are.
Whether near or far, I still feel your soul.
You’re swimming in the sea of stars.
If I painted your soul, what would I find?
If I wrote your personality, how would I go about it?
There’s a lot still unknown.
But I hope you knew you were never alone.