Swallowing Star-dust

Some time ago, one dark beautiful night, I Layed in the middle of my street. The hard rock roughly against my back, street lights lit up little parts against the black of shadow, just like the sky above. I layed in absence of restless people and cars, the only sounds are those you hear in the dead of night. I stared at the stars, at the sky’s marvelous masterpiece that i will never again see in the same picture. God, is the world’s most talented artist. He captivates each and every one of us, for one moment.. With his painted skies, his moving pictures of nature. My mind started to wonder of life, love, and loneliness. About the way of one thought can make you feel as if you are floating to the stars, others make you feel like you are climbing on them and then there is the one I haven’t felt the one of gliding through endless time on a shooting star.

Perched on the moon’s rocky crescent,

I am watching the earth turn slowly below me,
making revolution after revolution with dutiful precision. 

I had expected the stars to be close enough to touch,
hanging like stranded diamonds in the deep ink of the rambling universe,
but I was wrong.

Stars will always be far away,

no matter how close you think
                   you’ve gotten to them.