The First Bright Dream

“When the star dies,

Its eye closes; tired of watching,

It flies back to its first bright dream.”

― Dejan Stojanovic, Circling: 1978-1987

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there are moments

they can come at most any time of day

when the inner eye wants to close

that which burned so brightly

at the center of my soul

burns out

becoming an ember

then cooling

into dark cool

nothing

the star dies

tired of trying to shine

in the darkness

tired

so many dreams have come and gone

so many hopes

so many expectations

so many hours

days

weeks

years

have passed

and the dreams of the child are gone

all are gone

until

Sacred Born

the first bright dream

is restored

a dream

of bright hope

and

love