Into the stars, shall I run
No longer a thought for the sun
The starlight is soft, the starlight is easy
And it kisses my shoulders
Leaving me dizzy
Across the skies, shall I race
The night sky’s heaven, is my grace
The starlight forgives, the starlight forgets
It knows who I am
And knows no regrets
Far from the moon, shall I fly
With the hope I’ll never die
The starlight is gentle, the starlight is tame
For on my shoulders
Is nothing like blame
Beyond my dreams, shall I chase
Stars as a net, just in case
The starlight is bracing, the starlight is steady
So far shall I sail
Unto my schemes, shall I soar
Dreams as loud as lion’s roar
The starlight is beauty, the starlight is strong
It knows my own life
It knows my own song
Until the stars die, shall I dash
Until my world is naught but ash
The starlight is heaven, the starlight is hell
I burn and I yearn
To be under it’s spell
Have you ever had a time, when you found a perfect moment? Where you could barley breathe in the awe and the beauty of it? Where you felt infinite? Where you felt strong?
They’re rare, for sure. But when you experience them, it just feels like nothing else in this world.
I’ve had the fortune to have a few of these moments. The one that this particular poem is modeled after is when there were a bunch of us, sitting around the fire, looking at the clearest patch of night sky I have ever seen in my life. Billions upon billions of stars, just scattered across the sky, twinkling and dancing. It was a moment that seared into my mind.
Not only, in that moment, did it feel crazy, and amazing, but it also made me realize that there are millions of reasons that I could – or couldn’t – be here. And to look into that night sky, it was like looking into something inexplicable. And I loved it.