Holding A Star (C) 1-26-2010

If for a minute I could hold a star in my hand I really don’t know what I would do with it Could I even go through with it Hold true to it Between my hands I think I would slather glue in it Just so that it couldn’t get away A piece of heaven caught in my palms It’s heat caressing my fingers Soothing the aches and pains of a pseudo-arthritis Caused by over usage of video games It would probably dance Between my hands Doing headstands That it’d land for a grand span Then spin strobing it’s excitement as it seeps into the air This celestial being called to by name from the Almighty Just excites me to know that I have the honor to hold it I don’t think I could control it I’d rather console it if it started flickering I’d take my time to get to know it And I’d grow with it I’d never wanna let go of it Even if it turns blue, Secreting gas, expanding to the point where it bursts out as a reaction of a super nova My open phalanges would still envelop it coated with spirit I told you I’d never wanna let it go But I’d let it breathe slightly opening my hands enough So as not to let it slip away but see the freedom of life When I spread my fingers In essence it’s illuminating luminescent will blind fluorescents Outshinin exuberant effervescent that works as a suppressant for depression Forgin a quiescent state incessant like the crescent moon Then when I close my hand it will become evanescent But not because it’s forced to vanish But because it will soon have found my inner palms as home The zone where it can breathe freely without feeling alone Not like in space that had no sound and everything witnessed the same fate While it wanted to create it had no say on its physical shape But when it wanted me to release I’d open my hands and say Be safe when you fly away one day I’ll be a star headed your way