We are all stars,
we twist and turn and twinkle,
we are the bright, burning light,
we blaze like the stars;
twinkle, twinkle,
we burn, we are burning
like the stars; burnt out
tick tock,
hurtling across the sky,
hurting beneath the sky
where we cry.
We are all stars,
fast paced, fast moving,
we are scuttling, scooting, shooting stars,
shooting each other,
bullets and diamonds,
the diamonds in the sky,
the diamond of my eye,
the reflection, the defection,
the glare, the stare,
the star,
twinkle, tick, twinkle, tock.
We are all stars,
we are here now;
tick, but long gone
tomorrow; tock,
light years lost
in seconds.
We are blazing, brilliant,
bright on borrowed time.
We are nothing, nanoseconds.
We are empty.
We have burnt it all, already.
We are burning out now
before we’ve begun
but our souls
they shine eternal.
All words and photographs by Damien B Donnelly
A Repost for a week of Moon and Stars
Photographs taken this weekend during the Journee du Patrimoine (European Days of Heritage) at the Richelieu Library, more photographs coming on Wordless Wednesday
Damien B. Donnelly 
There’s something so lonely in the idea of being a star. Beautiful words though.
My feeling exactly, to be up so high, so far, in all the darkness, ouch
And so out of reach of anything and anyone.
gone before we can be seen…(K)
Alway off and running… stars, time and the claim to fame
Reminded me of the Marilyn quote, but once you think about the reality of stars, they are terrifying.
Well once we place things on pillars to worship, it gets so lonely up there, so terrifying
Beautiful images, but yes, as others have said, it must be lonely.
But then again, perhaps not–maybe the stars sing to each other–and people can lift each other up, too. (Eternal optimist.) 🙂
Eternal Optimist and, as I said this morning, you are our light in the darkness ⭐️💡🤗
Awww–thank you, my dear!