The stars trail a path,
I cannot follow
Shackled to the earth
But that never stopped us.
From wondering
Wishing,
To follow the eternally
Burning guide lights,
That would remain
Long after, I finish this mortal sentence
Is this punishment?
To always look up
And ache
Is it just our minds
Lusting after something inconceivable,
Or is it truly something more?
Our soul acheing to go,
To a place only it remembers.