Chasing Dreamlike Stars...
My father once told me.
Stars will always be in reach.
But they will never be to keep.
You will live your life.
Knowing you will never hold.
The essence of life as was told.
I denied and continued to chase.
The light that drips like dew drifting through space.
I'm needing to feel.
I yearn to heal.
I'm still young.
But yet holding.
The stars vapor in my lungs.
I shed tears hoping they will take form.
As a lovely, blazing orb.
My father was right.
Stars will always be in sight.
But they will never be held by a mortals might.
So may my eyes
Admire the stars light.
While I shed my tears.
Among my years.
Praying when I die.
I become that light.
High up in the lord's night sky.
For people to admire while high.
For I wish to incite this world.
Through sobbing like pearls.
And through surreal like dreams.
That could make even the emptiest eyes gleam.
Through poetry our world can shine.
Brighter than God's moonlight on the ocean line.
My poetry will heal a few in secret.
Even if our world doesn't need it.
I will still be elevated knowing.
I did something for this world even without it showing.