Watching Still

A poem composed by Brenalyn (Year 9) and narrated by Wil (Year 12)

Art created by Madelyn (Year 9)

The Moon bathes in the darkness again

A candle-lit chandelier beside a midnight-stricken clock

The blackness cowering from his illumination 

Glowing and strong and painful 

To the Star peeking around her cloud 

Daring to catch a glimpse 

Malnourished and starving 

Without remorse 

Choked by her infatuation

The Star could not feel her heart 

Beating and strong 

No longer hers

Stolen unapologetically by glowing rays

Eyes pools of silver 

She was drowning

A rock growing heavier 

Dragged down by the waters of an angelic being

Which had not yet considered

Sparing a moment to the poor desperation

Who was watching him still

No level of measurement 

Not a single unit or number

Could come close to the insignificance 

Of time and space and people

When an aura of such divinity 

Existed within reach

A flatline 

Ongoing 

The Moon did not turn her way

Metal attached to magnet 

Moon to the Sun

A halo, blinding

Blood seeping from wet eyes

The Star watched still 

A dance of silver and gold

With rays seeping to even 

The very darkest of black corners

A performance oozing a romantical dream 

She could only sleep to see 

The Star watched still

Her heart was filled with more emptiness 

Than a socket unseeing

A hand left unshaken 

A glance without thought 

Yet no muscle moved in the Star’s broken body

A thousand wars would be reigned with

Infinite hours thrown in a towering pile 

Waiting for entirely 

And absolutely nothing

But everything.

The way the Moon simply was.

His being

Was worth every ounce of herself 

She gave away

The water 

Was muggy and wretched 

The currents a bully 

Persistent and unforgiving  

With a foul silver vibrance

And a golden destination at its end 

Leaving the Star with held breath

Watching still.