To Be A Star
By Lone Poet
Outer regions of time and space and look at where we are, stuck in the middle of a human race place having no ending or start, infinite possible combinations of glittering, newborn stars, cosmos travel back further than creation I imagined how it would be fun to be a twinkling star, burning brighter and clearer than the most distant sun, so far-off, yet close enough to ever slightly touch millions and billions of light years away, unreached by our world as such What I would give to proudly live amongst all those stars and celestial bodies, to be gazed at in awe, unrivalled, adored no matter where we are, blessed by God, and Hubble would be my best friend until I burned out my stellar core from as far as the eye can see, past the universe's bend (c) 1/01 SmS~~This was selected as featured poem on several websites.~~ Written February 5th, 2002 © on Feb 05 2002 09:46 AM PST, Sheryl Marcia Schwartz 12 • 9 • 5
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