SuziCate's Musings

While We Still Can

Star trails cut by contrails

The mountains reach for the stars

And the stars live among the heavens

Neither touches us, except perhaps our hearts

Each of us caring and sharing,

Some too much, some not enough,

All the while we’re reaching for those same stars,

And they float above us, twinkling, almost mocking us

As they burn off, shooting into the night

And they seem to be telling us to stop this reaching,

This grasping for touch, and to just do it, grab hold

And soar into the dark of night

Before it is too late


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