Words Remain Unsaid

Some nights I look up 

and write poems between stars.

Some nights I release 

jars full of fireflies and 

try to write haikus before 

they burn out or fly 

away. Some nights the stars shoot 

across the sky but 

I wish upon fireflies 

that the shooting stars would stay 

but the lid was stuck 

and the fireflies lay dead 

and the clouds have blocked 

the stars now, so words remain 

unsaid…

About soitgoes1984

I live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean in the Hawaiian Kingdom which is currently illegally occupied by the American government and military. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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