The Language of the Stars

Red, white and blue
Yellow, orange and black

Sparklers over summer skies
And memories of the past

We sit beneath the falling flares
And lean against the night
As colors spread above the trees
And melt into the air

The children run and dance
The showers rise and fall
Like dissipating smoke
The moment fades

But far above the stars adorn
The ceiling of the world
And wink in ways
That catch us by surprise

© Jeremiah Dowling 2013

*This poem is part of a new chapter in my ‘Timeline’ series. I will be writing a poem for every month this year. This is the poem for ‘July’.* 


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About Jeremiah Dowling

I write poetry and take crazy pictures in an Orange Chair all over the United States while reading amazing books.

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