Secret Star

A cloud higher than the thoughts of those

That made men unable to reach its height

the art of my heart!

Dear Taurus, 

The Bull that walks with elegance!

The patient sphere that drove others to wonder

About the power of your eyes

And how it pacifies

Every little dark sky…

And made it rise!

Your hardworking trait

That came parallel to your skeptic state

And your red cheeks that glow

That speaks of the bull’s mighty role…

Tell me why you kept your secret so high!

What a bull, what a fabulous bull

Able to decide its own path to stumble

And boxes of gold, cherry wealth is all it humbles

So run! Run away!

Dash to the “Fiery Flamingo!”  

Waiting to dance you until I see

Into the air, into the see…

In to the art of my heart!  

Dear Scorpio,

Secrets that give you little to speak

And every bit of it is yours to keep

If the sky turned black

You hallow thoughts will keep you flat!

Study the "Secret Star"; why wont you reveal yourself...

Flat to the extent of that

There’s no shades of grey

Only those of Black and White

To satisfy your secret kite!

So fly, fly away secret kite!

Find the cloud that will let you rest your flight!

A cloud higher than the thoughts of those

That made men unable to reach its height

And in time…you’ll cry my beloved Scorpio

Tell me why you kept your secret so high!

Yes in time…you’ll cry oh beloved Scorpio

Tell me why…why are you so high!?!

By: Francis Ocampo 

Written last: 2006

Additional caption and Tittle: January 18, 2011 @ 10:04pm