Starlight Bottle

 
Wandering through the rows of treasures at the flea market
A treasure was calling my name
"Come to me," the bottle said;
"I have hidden dreams in these prisms of light."

 
Ah, I couldn't believe a bottle, of all things, was talking to me.
But the bottle was actually whispering to me. I didn't believe it.
Then I turned around, and oh, how faded she seemed as I walked away;
Almost like she needed my light, my starlight
To sing her energy
And for us to dance
On the colors of her rainbows.
 
I turned back and the bottle seemed to come alive.
It was strange how she got more colorful, more alive
The closer I appeared in her starlight.
We were sharing our starlights
She was singing, I was dreaming
Both of us were dancing on starlight.
 
As we danced, as we sang, as our colors changed,
We started to become one with the rainbows
Floating over the music of our little world.
 
Then it came time for me to leave the little flea market,
leave the little bottle of starlight.
I tried to tell her that I'd return
She didn't believe
She couldn't believe. And
she started to fade again.
 
Upon leaving the sad tableau of the sweet and starbright bottle,
I turned and whispered sweet words
of kindness and love.
 
And I got to watch her change colors as she believed,
As she doubted, and
As she believed, again.

She learned that wasn't really alone,
that another starlight would
return and cherish
the beauty of her rainbow of color.
 

COLORS of BELIEF & STARLIGHT

Comments

[Kerry - Kid Giddy]

I love the color and light in these photos. I also love the poetic writing. Very beautifully done! -kg (BYW forums)