Shine for you

Poetry & Prose #1

SHINE FOR YOU

Look at the stars,
they shine for you.

As if the night preserved them
just long enough
for you to view.

In their starry ephemera, you must revel,
as whole-hearted faith becomes your magician.

Beware, dear reader, as two challengers may arise:
Logic and Reason arrive devilishly well-timed.
Seducing you into a slumber, they make-believe
that the night is bleak.
Heed not this opium, for it will,
extinguish these heavenly candles,
who crown the night.
For aeons, these flames have never
let you out of sight.

Oh! what a fool you’d be to shun their spark,
for it is only the night
that makes them come alive;
for it is only the night
that sets your heart alight.

They’ll find you
when you are down,
when you didn’t even realize
you needed to be found.
Their beauty will leave you spellbound.

So go ahead
and remind yourself:
to look at the stars,
cause they shine for you.

Prosaic version

Some nights, I awaken with a jolt, as my heart races profusely, and my eyes struggle to adjust to the overwhelming darkness. A gauzy sliver of light shines through the windowpane, and instinctively, I gravitate towards it. I gaze at the night sky, and by some unspoken pull, my eyes begin searching for you. Almost restlessly. Almost like the air would escape my lungs if I didn’t catch a glimpse of you.

Every night you suffuse a sense of calm. A world apart from the rustle and clamour of the mornings, where all day long, my thoughts smolder in silence. By night, they glow unabashedly, convinced that they can exist placidly. Can they truly?

Yet, you ignite in me, perhaps, the most powerful and fragile force in all of the universe: hope.

Hope is real. I know it is. Oh, how when the world slices and dices you, boxes you with the cruellest jabs and lethal uppercuts, you still rise. You rise like a phoenix, blazing through the ashes. And so I remain… hopeful. Knowing that even after the hardest blows, new beginnings can ignite.

Now, back to you: Which faraway lands have you traversed today? What unfolds a world away? Did you fly over the snow-capped Alps and bring with you the cool breeze? Are you back here to light up my dreams? You glimmer at every question I throw your way.

You’re like a cosmic orchestra conductor, serenading your gazers with hypnotic performances. Sometimes a full-scale ensemble. Sometimes a solo exhibition. One by one, some flicker at the edges while some defiant ones stay constantly lit. Together, you transform the sky into an operatic expanse with your grandeur. I cannot imagine a worthy rival; it would be unwise to imagine all the same.

I feel like you are smiling down at me. Gently amused by my worried state. Dubbing me a fool for ever disbelieving you. I smile back. Uncertainty, now a feeling of the past. For in that moment, I trust. When tomorrow comes, it will be okay.

Isn’t it splendid, all the places you’ve been, all that you will see. Maybe that’s why gazing at you feels like an adrenaline rush. An adventurous ride, recalling places I’ve never been yet ache for all the same.

I’ve come to believe that you are magical. Actually, I think I’ve always known, but time has cemented this belief. You are self-luminous, forever marching to the beat of your own drum. Perhaps it’s time I should emulate you. A glimpse one night: all it took for me to call you mine.

I’ll wait for you each night, no matter which land calls my name, I know you will be there waiting to beam—gloriously and cheekily— at my state.

Dearest Reader,

Thank you for reading or listening to my first post on P.S. Magically, Yours.

I hope you enjoyed this one.

Love,

Areyah

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