Testimony

Lost souls in a lonely world, staring out a window at the rain that never stops coming down. “Eyes are the windows to the soul,” they say. Shutters and curtains drawn, you can’t even see the faces through the glass.

Can you see me now? A whisper.

Do the stars know best what it is like to be alone, millions of miles away from each other? The insufficiency of planets and moons, the routine of rotations. Perhaps they feel it most of all…

But the stars sing, even though they have no voice.

Or perhaps we are little stars, pinpoints of light in the dark expanse of sky, drawn to each other by the weight of gravity, guiding each other through and through…

Because even a small candle wards away that much darkness.

And small stars together form an ever-turning galaxy, spinning away the night.

Inspiration: moonage daydream

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41 thoughts on “Testimony

  1. Morning….

    …and as usually lovely words from the heart. I like the beginning of the tale best: “Eyes are the windows to the soul,” they say. Shutters and curtains drawn, you can’t even see the faces through the glass.

    Can you see me now? A whisper.

    Thanks for sharing thoughts. Hope you have a fab day 🙂

  2. Hi Abby! It’s Ginela, I’m so stupid not to have known about this your own blog here, I thought you were only on Restoration Writers! But now I shall read this too :]
    Thanks for the comment on my blog!
    This is so beautiful what you wrote, just the other day my friends and I were thinking about this, and the multitude of the stars. Perhaps we are all drawn to eachother, in fact, I’m almost certain of it :P.
    -Cheers, that was beautiful
    Peace and love!!

    – Ginela

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  4. Hey Abby, sometimes I feel just that way or mood that is set in your poem on a rainy day-they can be lonely seeming. I try to conquer the rainy day though in my own mind. I mean, I’m a witch (smile). I should be able to use my magic sometimes;)
    p.s. I like the simile between people and stars in reference to being alone but also singing to each other in some way (the star’s light shining). How did you think of that? Nice…

  5. i really like this, but i couldn’t help but think that someone said to me once, “your eyes are the windows to your soul. and your glasses are the curtains!” and that made me laugh 🙂
    you’re a good writer.
    x x x

  6. That’s because I am left handed, can’t help it. If I want to play I will move it on the right, but I have no clue how to do that so..It was just for fun.
    I like the analogy, I do believe people are like stars in a way. Can one shine brighter than the other? Even if we are surrounded by blinding light, we can still feel like we are fading away.

    • Oh, I see! Sorry, didn’t know that. It was cute, either way.

      I think the brightest stars could also be the most unstable, in a way. The ones who shine softer could be the ones that are steadier and shine the longest. Something like that?

      • Don’t worry about it, I didn’t mention it before so, of course you couldn’t have known that.
        Yes, you’re right. I think that people who are outgoing, social butterflies are like those powerful lighting bulbs that waste energy. I would rather stay with a “candle” type of person because of it’s warm yet discreet light. This is what I understand by steady light= reliable person.

  7. Sometimes i feel like stars are looking down on us. I’m not a heavy drinker and i don’t do drugs i swear, but that’s how i always felt: every time there is a clear night i look up and i see all those blinking eyes. The universe is looking at me.

  8. “Stars that clear have been dead for years, but the idea just lives on.”
    This is one of my favorite lines from a song called “We are nowhere And its now”
    When I read your lovely post, this song popped in my head.
    I think we are all ideas… And being an idea is a lonely job.

  9. sometimes when I am sad, depressed, I just walk down the street and I think how nobody knows what goes on in my soul…but then I look at all the people around me and probably they feel the same way… We’re all our own planets wandering around unable to help each other and communicate…

  10. What a beautiful post! Thank you for sharing this inspiration:) Thanks again for your comment on my blog. Omgosh, I know what you mean, soccer is fun, but it could be such a rough sport!

    TheOwlsCloset.blogspot.com

  11. this is beaaaauuuuutiful.
    seriously. you have a certain way with words.
    wonderful!

    and i think this might be one of the first times i found your blog?? i think i found someone else’s and thought it was yours? i’m confused right now, but i just wanted to thank you for all of your sweet comments all the time. you are a great encouragement to me! and i could never find your blog before…but now i can! yay! let’s be friends!

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