By the Stars We Fly

By the stars we fly, Over land and sea With spirits high, The woes of past, present, future Die with every blinding light. We wish to fly, And leave the tossing waves Of quilt and sheet behind. As we drift on the tide Of delusion and fancy. Write me to fly, Use your pen and shoot Your arrows of vagary Deep into impressionable minds. Plant your seed of fantasy. But for now I’ll sleep, Until such time that Supernovae, stars, and spangled skies Call me from my reverie And buy the stars we all shall fly.