Stars are born in fire
live in fury
die in power and ice
and still live so much longer
than the history of men
and mice.
our star brings light
and with it, life;
allows us to go on
and they tell us it will be there still
long after we all are gone
and yet we reach and search and hope
for more than what we see and feel
and though our senses tell us no,
we believe that there is more than what we call real
so we look for greater meaning
for more purpose, or a plan
something greater than what we know
be it God or Superman.
We dream and scheme and wish and long
to make something happen, see some sign
that what we wish and hope and dream
is more than just an errant thought in our mind
we look to the stars, implacable guards of the night
where dreams and reality overlap
and truth and perception bend.
and the stars wink back and tell us we're right
and we consider them our friends
-Z
