Star,
so far away.
You are ever so kind,
to stay.
So i sit
and i talk
and i gawk.
But I am so to wonder
that this star I gaze,
has always been to me…
the same.
But what would from the stars view
would it think of me?
ever changing--
every second,
every day.
Perhaps,
a child
of wild sorts.
Not yet fully aware
of his majesty's court.
But then,
the answer dawns.
Stars,
don't talk, or think, or see
all of these thoughts
are within me.
