By Samantha Gobba
The night the stars cried out in chorus
Melding their voices in luxurious, glorious melody,
For some were high and crystalline, and some rumbled,
Fast fixed in an ebony crown they rang,
They cried in joyful melody and joined in complex harmony,
They mourned the dreadful state below –
Yet sounded joy from each degree
And built their song to drift it down in decrescendo,
Sustaining and building mysterious chords from every point,
I listened as my feet kept clumsy time and my eyes
Swept vainly across the light their voices harbored;
Intoxicated and bewildered, – how can stars sing?
I strode and silenced all inside my head
Save all the glory that surrounded me and deafened.
Samantha Gobba resides in Louisiana with her husband and their son. Raised a Pacific Northwesterner, Samantha has also lived in several other states following journalism jobs. She studied reporting in Michigan at Hillsdale College, where she majored in English, played in the orchestra, and taught dance at a local studio. She likes the Oxford comma, tea, fall, and baking bread. Her poetry has been a constant companion since childhood .