Dealings With Stars
Dealings With Stars

Dreams take flight
When stars are shining bright.
Shining so brilliantly
Without a care in the world;
Stars are what I envy most.
No matter how blind one is,
You can not deny a star's beauty.
Scattered over the velvety sky,
They look down on us.
Shooting stars are the toys of angels.
Gracefully tossed back and forth
As angels play their game.
But every now and then
A star must fall
And each angel grieves it's loss.
For ever star has a soul,
And every fallen star is a lost beauty.
Envious of stars I am, fallen or not.

A. Propst ©

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