Stars
Bright, shinning, distant
something we can never have,
never hold or touch
only imagine, only dream of,
personify & stereotype,
somewhere in the great & mysterious
in between of our minds.
Perceiving imperfectly,
acknowledging beauty
but knowing no accuracy,
only light.
Copyright © Julie Forbush | Year Posted 2005
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