There.
In the distance.
If you reach;
Just far enough;
You can grasp it;
Hold it tight;
Against your chest;
And ponder;
And remember.

Run your finger;
Lightly, as if;
Handling a beauty;
You couldn’t imagine;
Along the streaked;
Vivid colors of the sky;
Accept that you can fly;
And you will soar.

The star you’re holding;
Will bestow upon you;
Dreams;
Hope;
Belief;
The true intention of God;
The meaning of life.

Let the tears stream;
Meander and swirl;
This is simply a stage;
Where you leave yourself;
And head to a place;
You perceive when you’re born;
And is the final image of death;
True perfection;
If you could grasp;
A shooting star.

There.
In the distance.
Reach.
Dream.
Reveal.
Live.
Remedy.