I stared at the beautiful spread,
lying on the grass, of stars splendid.
Skimming through my warm hand
the evening dew lend their brand
to the happy loss of the day's demand.
What each breath said, I patiently heard.
Each moment to revere and understand
of the movement of the lights above and thoughts beyond.
A running star straying into view,
Wishes of wishes turning true,
of dreams my mind could construe.
Lost in the whims of time,
the experience so sublime,
the ecstasy reaching its prime.
I lay, facing endless sky
Endless thoughts of if I could ever fly
Over the ever so silver cirrus, so high.
Arms behind my spotless mind,--
I stared long and far as I could find,
that beautiful pristine night, I simply dreamt myself behind.
“You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us. And the world will live as one.”
― John Lennon
