Talking with the Stars

The night sky. Countless stars like my confidants, Twinkling, shimmering beside me. One might be a father, one a mother, One a friend I’ve walked with. These twinkling stars of mine, Like my children running around me, Warmed by the star’s light, I forget the January night's chill. Don’t say, “This is a lie, it’s not real, Just a ghost wandering in your mind.” If you ride a wild thought, Reaching a star isn’t a big deal. So this isn’t just a familiar ghost for you, My rush isn’t in vain. If your heart can bridge the distance, The stars aren’t that far from us.