I’m in pursuit of my very own starry sky
if not to see such vision
well, I may as well die?
my spirit free
I’m an owl in the night
wings spread fiercely
now taking flight
dusk pounds my heart
light winds keep me steady
holding paint brush tight
now I am ready?
only me…only I
with the stars
I’m gliding through air
dazzled by excitement
propelled by each star
encouraging me forward
into the light of a new dawn
out of this magnificent starlight
and
into my next new poem.