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Always a Star!
You’re a star in my night’s sky that’s brightened with years,
not because we’ve grown closer in distance (perhaps),
but with age, we are wiser, trust more in ourselves!
Though progenitors looked to the stars to find Truth
(as the home of the Gods), now few honor such dreams
or claim stars map out lives. Some think love plays a role!
But it’s clear genes express what’s required to survive.

Fixed stars (constants before) now seem fleeting at best.
No one knows where they’re headed! Do trails have an end?
In the past, stars seemed solid, though some with loose ends
(were revealed to be planets) proved not stars at all
(just reflectors of light!) They’d move forward, then back
(a conundrum at best) to cross scar of milk’s plow!
‘Weird’ named “Wanderers” (“Planets” in Greek)! The name stuck.

In real space, there are rarely twin stars but for luck.
If a double sounds great, then three stars - ‘cat’s meow!’
In mind’s space, stars drift in, then sail out of one’s sack!
Caught in gravity’s well, what’s the purpose of call?
Truth’s too big (can’t you see?)! Time is all the heart spends.
All stars wanderers, too (though small minds may pretend!)
Grace seems equal to Truth. On day seven choose rest!

Does your foot rest on gas (or love brakes?) Can you drive?
Does it matter that much who spins truth (who’s the pole)?
Does the boy catch the girl, or is she one who schemes
(if a “game is afoot,”) who’s more kisser (mans booth)?
Let philosopher play; bless the lover who delves!
Let the driven love rest and bone weary take naps.
It’s my guess this could birth a world freer of tears!


Brian Johnston
6th of April in 2023

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