DISTANT STARS
I See A Dim Cluster Of Stars,
Deep Within Outer Space.
They Seem Like Diamond Bars.
As Off To Nowhere They Race.
My Mind Begins To Wonder,
Just How Old They Are.
It Would Be A Blunder,
To Stage The Age Of A Star.
Why Are They There?
And What Made Them So?
As I Can Only Stare,
At Their Swirling Flow.
When I Go To Spirit Again.
I Will Travel Out Their Way.
Then Send My Mystic Blend,
And With The Stars, I'll Play.
My Soul Will Quickly Enter.
Seeking its White Hot Core.
As I Fly through Its Center,
I'll Explore, Then Soar For More
With Bars Of Stars, I'll Play.
For Who Can Ever Say?
I May Even Want To Stay,
And Make My Own Someday!
(C)1995 Paul L. Glaze
