Sometimes the stars do not exist
Obscured behind the thickening mist
Of cloud punched up by weather’s fist.
Sometimes they are beyond our sight
In darkness, hidden by our light,
By our electric day from night.
But in the dark we are laid bare
To fears that can all hope ensnare
And need a light to guide us there.
So stars shine forever in our minds
As metaphor for better times,
When we cross the artificial lines
Drawn by the practice of our days
That keeps us in the darkened haze
Of blinkered thoughts and bridled ways.
Starlight, up high but inside too
May pierce the fog and give a view
Of what we can, not cannot do.
Starlight´s a dream, that can inspire
Freedom from a prison’s wire
And hope to reach for ever higher.