A poem written one starry morning at the bus stop :)

Walking On Stars

Walking on stars

The night's expanse before me,

My past and troubles behind me,

Walking on stars,

Until I run out of sky.

Walking on stars

Dancing on constellations,

And skipping from galaxy to galaxy like a rock on a pond,

Walking on stars,

Until I run out of sky.

Walking on stars

Leaving eternal footprints on the moon,

My adventures mapped forever on the tails of comets,

Walking on stars,

Until I run out of sky.

Not walking on stars.

Only the dull glitter of asphalt under my feet,

Reflecting the wonders of the sky above, a cheating mirror image,

Not walking on stars.

I have run out of sky.