Current Release: September 11th, 2007 | Vol. XXIV Iss. 10

illustration By taylor boyd

The Stars

Our star-

It rushed,

Screamed,

Fell

Into the glittered abyss.

We wished for peace and it plunged

Like our stomachs on the neon coasters.

We held hands as it disappeared into the night

As dark as the scarves that warmed our necks.

And at that moment our heads slowly hung

Knowing full well that we had wished

For the impossible.

Wish for peace

And the stars will humbly bow down

Out of existence

Their answers of “I cannot help with that wish.”

And they become the nighttime’s tears.

Our star-

Knew secrets,

Granted wishes,

Waited to burn out

At the words of our wish.

We climbed back up the hill.

We trekked to the frost-ridden car.

Sitting in heavy silence

The stars know all:

Peace is idealistic.

And we are just dreamers in a war torn world.

The stars-

Winked

Twinkled

Shimmered

And then we knew their secrets.

-Meghan See

Freshman, Communications (Journalism Track) and Theater