My Sky

If I had a star for every moment I wasn't what I could be, I would hang them all high, Fists unclenched, Only to have a wonder, As bright as Montana big sky, And there in the midst of the other side of day, I'd hold on so closely, To the splendor, The absoluteness of a dream, That is only but kismet, For the comforts I've seen, But if there's darkness, Void of cool light, Or I've taken for granted, Unbeknownst to me, Then I'll give it all back, I'll pluck down my stars stuffed in pockets and hands, And pay back the world that I've wronged, With all that I have.