At night
The stars reflect on the day
The people
The freshly fallen snow

There is a boundless emptiness
That sits beyond them
Among them
....waiting...for a star to be born

It's not about being the brightest
The biggest
The best
It's about a balance
Equilibrium

So many notes make up a symphony
One note
...misplaced
..forgotten
Could throw off the melody of time

But when each note is played phenomenally
The earths song is sung
Oh so gracefully a symphony is written and named...
LIFE

Sometimes but only sometimes
A star is born
Uncommon
But never unnoticed

It falters...flickers...and falls
Misinterpreted, misdirected...mistaken

Some wish on her, the fallen star.
One
That doesn't come often,
But when it does, the soul that encounters it is never quite the same. Warmer. calmer. Liberated.

Taken away
For a moment
Lost
For a split second

But isint that what dreaming is all about?
Being lost in a moment.

In the night, the stars reflect on the day
The people
The freshly fallen snow
Lost
Somewhere inside the boundless emptiness
That sits beyond them, and among them
Waiting
To see this star that was born

True in many different ways. Keep'm coming tnt they're dynamite.

Brilliant . I can tell you're an intuitively deep thinker. You are definitely on to something. Refreshing.

I really like this . . . makes you think just a bit. Can't wait to read more of your work

Agree!....This is brilliant, like a star!