Stars |
The weather is cold, the sky is clear and the moment seems to be just right; I pull on my coat, step out the back door and walk a ways into the night. Past the trees, to the middle of a field, next to a meandering brook; I take a deep breath, tilt my head back and into eternity I look. There, so many visions, I am struck by the magnitude of such a feat; That the coldness of space is tempered by the warmth of a billion sun's heat; Not unlike a huge treasure, made up of sparkling diamonds and sapphires; Stars flashing a message of majesty and calling up secret desires. Suddenly my heart is filled with wonder and my pulse begins to race; Beholding the riches of the heavens and the vastness of outer space. I stretch out my hand to be that much closer to the myriad of lights; With the imagination of a child, I soar through its glittering heights. Out past the moon, so pale and full, past the angry red colored planet Mars; Beyond Jupiter, Saturn and Neptune, into a galaxy of stars. Surrounded by a great multitude of bright burning fires of glory; That extend as far as the eye can see like a never-ending story. Filled with old history, unfolding before me like a classical play; Each constellation having a tale to tell about our own Milky Way. Here among the shining points, I am, with the music of the spheres, in tune; Though I would like to stay and listen forever, I must return home soon. Following a meteor's fiery arc across the darkening sky; Back to Earth, my thoughts focusing inward, my body releasing a sigh. Sharing this moment in time, a tear slowly travels the side of my face; Not one of sadness, but of joy, for the Maker of such beauty and grace. For each time spent, in the company of stars, my spirit actually beams; Fortifying my very soul and encouraging me to fulfill my dreams. With a last look and a parting nod, I turn and walk back the way I came; It seems to me, though the stars do not change, I never return quite the same. |
Fox © 1991 |