Poetry: To see the Stars

Laying back, the grass tickling my neck, I gaze upward in awe.

The light of a billion miles traveled reaches my eyes.

I feel so small and yet so intrinsically part of something, I call

out to my heart, my spirit, my inner child who cries.

He does not cry in sorrow or even in joy, but instead with tears of overwhelm.

The night, these stars, inspire in ways a story could never tell.

Published by druescott13

Independent Author and Sign Language Interpreter living in Orlando, FL.

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