Early morning-when darkness has not yet been chased away by the fury of light-I look to the stars.In their magnificent realm they are the rulers,but in ours,they are subtle sings of hope.
Are these the same stars I wished on as a child?These must be the stars I danced beforeto a song not voiced by words.They know me,and they know my story They speak to me in a language that is foreign to me now,the days of youth have slipped away,leaving me with the stars.
With the stars in all their brilliance to continue my dance.To remind me of friendships lost and recall to me times forgotten.These stars of hope return my mind to times of happinessand refill the dwindling cup of childhood memories.