The Boy and the Stars

Under a sky that went on forever,

Sat the boy, staring up and wondering.

He wondered many things everyday

Where did the sky end?

Who hung the stars?

He’d have liked that job.

The stars always got so much attention.

Everyone looked up at them and

Spoke of them.

They were his constants in a world that had none.

He grew to a man and still he wondered

Not about the sky any longer

Nor about the stars

But now about his path.

The stars had always been there

He could depend on them still

But now he’d be on his own

He hoped the same ones would follow him

Would they light a different sky

In a far off place so he would feel safe?

The stars are still lighting his way.

And through hazel eyes he sees them

As his way to remember his home

at the other end of the endless sky he sat under as a boy.