Boscastle Harbour, UK 2010

A Star Inside

There’s a star inside
That has long ago died
Just a big empty space that’s
Never full
No matter how hard I try
If I look low or high
I know that nothing
Ever will

I am broken
Too much that needs
To be spoken
I am shattered
Adrift all at sea
Being battered
I am empty
There’s nothing left here
To tempt me

So myself I hold
To try to beat this cold
Fanning these dead embers
For some light
And I strain to hear
If someone else is near
I speak but my words are
Never right

I am broken
Too much that needs
To be spoken
I am shattered
Adrift all at sea
Being battered
I am empty
There’s nothing left here
To tempt me

Others shine so bright
They light up this endless night
Their shining stars within
Embracing all
To be like them I yearn
But if I’m close I burn
So I sit and wish with all
Of my soul

I am broken
Too much that needs
To be spoken
I am shattered
Adrift all at sea
Being battered
I am empty
There’s nothing left here
To tempt me

And then the dark is torn
As my star is being born
I shade my eyes against this
Strange new light
What will I now behold
As my new chapter unfolds
I embrace it with wonder
And delight

No longer broken
So much to give
And I’ve spoken
No longer shattered
I navigate this sea
And I’m elated
No longer empty
So much beauty here
And it’s fed me

There’s a star inside
I feel my starlight so alive

Listen to the song

© A M Hunter 2015

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Stoneacorn (Xander)

These songs, poems, and reflections offer an insight to who I am and are my autobiography. I am a poet, a song writer, a witch. I dance my Wyrd in my practice; in how I choose to live; in who I share my moments with. My heart is black, white, grey and purple like the stone beneath my feet, the bones of Grandfather Green. My eyes contain her Stars and her deep dark well as I straddle the hedge and listen to the winds. My form is the tree that connects all realms, clothed in holly and oak. I am Stoneacorn

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