What do we see, we tiny men,
when heaven-bound we gaze at night?
In stars that twinkle shining white
expelling light, time and again.
Are they not angels in the sky
colliding hearts in fireworks?
Is it not love to be disbursed?
Of angels hearts that meet up high?
When angels love a bell rings out
vibrates across the evening skies
and stars that twinkle become fires
The brush strokes of celestial art.
And here we stand, we tiny men
with science and astronomy
a world filled with hypocrisy
and empty hearts that no one mends.
I am, and have always been, terrible with meter… This is supposed to be iambic tetrameter in an envelope quatrain, as per Imaginary Garden with Real Toads and the Play it Again, Toads! #16, which asks us to revisit old form challenges. I was also inspired by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie‘s Writing Prompt #10 – Rorschach Test Take 2. Since I’ve actually done what I was supposed to be doing today and therefore don’t have time to write to optional NaPoWriMo 2015 prompts, I will also add this as my Day 26 entry.