Starstruck

"étoile frappée"

07-16-19

When I was little I used to go to Alabama every summer to visit my family for the 4th of July.

and every time we stayed at my uncles house I would go to his ginormous backyard and lay down in front of swing set and look at the stars at lest once while I was there

where I live it's hard to see the stars because the night sky is always polluted with streetlights

So that was my escape at a young age, I can still hear the sound of Michael Jackson's music playing on the old tv and my granny talking to one of her sister wile siting on the back-porch

I laid there in awe of the beauty, and I couldn't have sore to my self that god made them just for me, tracing the shapes that they made with my finger as I would dream about what it's like to be one of them

They're never bothered but never alone, so far from us but so close I thought I could Touch them if I was just little bit taller

I wondered if the could hear the quiet whispers of life on earth or if they could fell my gaze

Now a-days their are times when I want nothing more then to be one of them even just for second to know how it fells

And I know that I am way I am because we are all made of star dust

but then I think how can something so magical also do so much damage

Stars are borne into this big ball a fire they live there life and then they die but With the last breath of each one causing a massive explosion larger than life taking out every thing in its path

That fact alone is enough to remind me that god mad the stars not for me but to be like me

so every now and then I have to tell myself even the stars aren't perfect so I don't have to be

Sincerely, The stargazer