Above

 

Do you ever look up at the stars,

at the sheer wonder of it all,

in awe at the vast emptiness?

So immeasurably grand,

a giant to an ant.

Every little dot of light

unfathomably far,

some distant star

surrounded by worlds

not unlike ours.

 

In this cosmos so grand

do you ever feel small?

Miniscule, nothing at all.

Do you look at your stretch of land

and think it’s just a speck in time.

Where we could stand on

the highest mountain and

still be no closer to touching those stars.

No nearer to setting foot on

one of those planets not unlike ours.

Does it make you feel insignificant?

How can this even be real when

all we have is in this tiny speck of dirt

in the vast cosmic star chart?

 

Do you ever look up

at the boundless desolation above?

Dumbstruck, wobbling on the spot,

thinking I am so small, so tiny,

so miniscule. Insignificant

in the grand story

that unfurls high above.

Do you ever look up

and question whether

the sky is looking back at you,

thinking you have it all?

 

Well, what do we have?

We have heart, we have love,

feelings that would

make those stars blush.

We have hope built into our bones,

we have joy at the smallest of things.

We have awe at the vastest paintings,

the grandest meanings poured

into the words on a page,

or spoken on a stage.

We have magic in spades.

We have the music that

falls from our fingertips,

the song that trickles

like a river from our lips.

We have all the love of the world

Every swirled dream, every songbird singing,

every stream that listens to our tears speaking.

We have all of this. We exist.

 

Under the sky night-light,

that starry stage above,

your thoughts fly

and the heart pumps

pure unfiltered love.

You scream into the night,

a primal roar to the heavens above

deep from the core, 'I am alive'

An outpouring of all that makes you human,

every atom, every nerve, every sinew.

Every hope, every dream,

every story that built you.

You are not insignificant

and the swirling space stew shows

a sign saying that your words are true.

A shooting star, a wish to be made

like a kiss from deep space.