Stars

They seem to be closer without the day chasing them;

Glimmering, calling to be caught hanging low,

Where past, present, and future collide;

Taunting each night to reach, to hope, to ponder all that could or ever will be;

So quiet, so knowing, reminding, whispering, Dream

 

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