Stardom

Stardom

It is difficult moving

from the Center

of their Universe . . .

that Universe that now

has grown out and beyond

the habitat of Mother Moon

and Father Sun.

Orbs, we were once,

shining in their eyes

lighting the days and nights

with love and comfort

kissing wounds and making

cupcakes grow in the oven.

It is difficult watching

the flame die

seeing both of us

becoming little stars

visible sometimes  . . . at Sunset.

And yet . . .

this is how it is meant to be

this is how new galaxies

are born and life's circle

completes itself

over and over again.

Soon we will be immortalized

of this I am sure

for truly

it was Love that brought us here

and Love that will remain

when all the other stars have burned away.

Ahh! . . . letting go of Stardom can be difficult.

Joanne Cucinello   © 2013

The Song

The girl child

grew like a vine

attaching herself

to any strong oak

in the forest

while the boy child

ran wild and tall

foraging and digging

for nuggets of gold.

One day

they found each other

by a silver stream that

bubbled and sang

of a strange new song

they had yet to hear.

Suddenly

their eyes opened wide

and caught sight

of their fingertips touching

and softness grew

up their arms

and into their hearts.

This was the beginning

of yearning . . .

and this became the Song.

Joanne Cucinello  © 2013