I stared at the expanse of sky
—that perfect …
Studded sparkle of the morning stars…
I see a falling star
—swishing, pierce the soul,
—burned the wall of frozen soul
In solitude in the middle of the wilderness.
I point to a star
—the cluster dimensions of hope
I asked a sheen
To make it up a lantern of heart.
I want to give a sense
—within this dreamer.
Who continue to walk alone,
—exploring the corners of the earth.