Feelings are like
dancing stars,
songs through our lips,
that breathe and
kiss each colour.

Gently flowing
through our bodies,
transfusing from
high to low.

Are we moving stars on Earth?
Did we burn out long ago?

These silly words
are empty,
no weight to be held.
They fall off the paper,
and plant like
seedlings of feelings
by my feet.

A rainbow sprouts,
with an ending that keeps moving ahead.

Just enough though,
to breathe and
kiss each colour,
songs through our lips,
from feelings of
dancing stars.


7 thoughts on “Empty

  1. Mike Crape says:

    Very nice Tara, enjoyed reading it this evening.

  2. Gray Dawster says:

    This is a lovely piece of poetry my friend πŸ™‚
    Have a wonderful Friday followed by an excellent
    weekend that is filled with happiness πŸ™‚


  3. youneededme says:

    Love this one Tara,Alex πŸ™‚

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