As I sit
As I stare
I watch the stars twinkling there
And think of the traveled light

How long has it been since it last saw its home?
How long since it started its flight?

To where has it went,
From where has it come,
To drop in my eye tonight?

Who has it seen,
With whom has it been,
With how many others do i share this sight?

Till at last my mortal mind, Confounded by their might,
simply nods and waves away,
"It is nothing but some light"


Still I ponder the skies above in searching for some peace.
Through the moon, those suns, the consuming black, Search I for some release.


"But a star is not a hand,
not an arm, and not a being."
Claims my doubting mind
"Can never hold, Can never be held,
Can never give comfort, Can never help!
So look away,
Focus on the real,
Stop wasting your life with wishes.
From you
only time will they steal,
and leave you nothing but regretfulness"

And yet I dissent and feast upon the heavens
planting wishes as I pass
In hopes that maby one will come
within my ready grasp

So I wait and stare at the stars
watching their winking symphony
Warmed by the moon, fed by the winds,
hearing their voices speak to me.

Content,

Sublime,

At last I live!
Perhaps I have found some peace.....

Yet still my Impatient mind refuses.
.....Will it never totally cease?

"Get up!
Stand up!
Take a look around you!
You're playing nothing but the fool!!
Sitting and staring at the midnight earth,
Is your head truly filled with wool!?

Come on, Move! There are things to be done!
You're engaging in some silliness.
Your life is worth so much more,
your future isn't made of this."

and so I stand.....,

but wait a moment longer,
to feel the sounds, in their eternal tracks wander.
to see My stars,
to watch My moon,
to soak in the rays of the nighttime's noon

................


Then to my home,
to my Sleep,
but for me this is no defeat.

for both were right in what they chose to believe
They just lacked the perspective the other needed to see.

The work cannot be rejected
else all else crumbles
As the Dreams need be respected
they protect from being overly humble.

Equilibrium, Equality,
That is the need.
To walk the path of the 'real'
but not blindly give my heed.

So as I sleep
of the morning work do I think,
as well as the Dreams I've sown

And when I wake,
these things I take,
and carry them with as I go.

The work I will do,
but Dreams will I use
To help create the world I know

And when the time comes
To see what ive done

A world of my making will I show.