As men we have always looked up at the stars | 1 |
in wonder have reached for the skies | 2 |
always on tip-toes and never | 3 |
quite close enough | 4 |
to touch. | 5 |
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So in the course of time for every wonder | 6 |
we have created wonders of our own | 7 |
in order to create for every darkness | 8 |
illumination - be its brightness real | 9 |
or be it merely our well-trained perception | 10 |
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On silent midnight highways | 11 |
when every inch of your body cries only | 12 |
for home | 13 |
and seemingly endless tracks spotted | 14 |
with ruby red reflect | 15 |
your eyes and heart and are mirrored | 16 |
in your windshield | 17 |
as you move | 18 |
closer and closer; to the mighty | 19 |
sea of golden light - like stars | 20 |
(just closer; closer) | 21 |
what you've learned to know as warmth | 22 |
nearness, what's familiar and known; | 23 |
everything | 24 |
those stars, having ever rested in our skies - so patiently | 25 |
are not | 26 |
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How painfully easy it is for them to slip | 27 |
from our minds | 28 |
in latest, darkest hours when we are lost | 29 |
in thought and blinded by the city lights | 30 |
as golden seas like still | 31 |
across the lake | 32 |
reflections play | 33 |
along the water's surface. | 34 |
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How painfully easy it is for us | 35 |
to let the stars slip | 36 |
from our minds and fade away | 37 |
from the omnipresent image | 38 |
of our sky in the night. | 39 |