Star

I lay upon my roof

and gaze up at the night sky,

at the stars that burn bright.

The moon's divine light

touches this innocent face,

yet my mind races in thought.

I wonder

what it would be like

to be one of those stars.

What would it be

To hang suspended

above the world?

I could watch people and animals

and travel to places

beyond my wildest dreams.

Oh, how my worries would be no more

and no more transgressions

would I have to bear.

I would be a vagabond

nameless and faceless,

and then maybe I would be beautiful.