The Map Above Our Heads

As we sit on distant shores,

And dream of what may come,

The world it turns and as they burn,

The horizon is dotted with open doors.

For in the rush of a day,

The chaos of a week,

We breath, we live, we laugh,

And we get lost before our feet

Yet no matter how far we’ve come

Or the distanced we’ve yet traveled

It’s in the stars above our heads our thoughts become unraveled

So turn away from the blinding light

To the stars and look no further,

It’s in the darkness we find ourselves with the stars that last forever. 

This poem is about: 
Our world

Comments

shaunsayres

I have always taken great appreciation to the stars that light our skies at night. This is a tribute to the idea that I would feel lost without them. 

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