A friend to the stars
A RHYME BY ZAINAH OMAIR
In the rhythm of hiccup’s gentle sway
my mother’s notion dances its way
for when the hush of night ensues
it means, perhaps, someone’s thinking of you.
my eyes shine a smile so airy
beneath the yonder vast and starry
a countless thoughts race my mind
who is this soul, gentle and kind
as the rhythm of these musings sway
another notion dances its way
for when the hush of night ensues
those we recall, in turn, recall you
I flip the pages of my poetry behind
scribbled pieces raw and fine
proses of stars and the starry sky
my passionate love for the stars versify
in the hush where the shadows hum
is it truly me the stars summon
a poet who embraces the lonely of night
perhaps for stars is an enchanting sight
if only they could lend me a hand
to their kingdom above, magical and grand
i would gleefully listen to what they see
in a young and rustic poet like me
they’ll gift me with lore of broken hearts
or how they inspired the greatest arts
they’ll reveal reasons of happy tears
to a friend they yearned all these years
as the gentle rhythm of their stories sway
a soft sunray would dance its way
for when the hush of night fades away
I would woefully want this dusk to replay!
