By: Matthew Kram

One summer night
Lying on my back
On a rolling grassy hill
Staring into black
The stars remind me of a curtain
With holes cut through
And a light in back
I wished I could go to those stars
So distant
And never
Ever
Come back.

What could I find there?
What would I see?
Who would I meet there?
Could I find me?
Is God somewhere out there?
Will I ever find peace?

Will I ever be a star
By the time you truly meet me
Will I be eons dead
Forgotten by myself
Evicted from my own head?
Or will I be myself
Faceless
In a sun without a soul?

Can I watch the earth rise
From my silvery moon perch?
Can I see life created
From a simple mound of dirt?

I fell from the clouds
Plunged into the waves
And finally I found myself
Finally I found peace
Alone
In an undersea cave.