The Dreamer Who Follows the Stars

Sitting on a smooth rock as waves crash into it...foaming, and splashing their salty water on me; it is warm and soothing after burning on dunes of sand...listening to rock, and one of the songs caught my fancy... The dreamer who follows the stars is an unloved soul running from time, searching for secrets in this Universe... but finding only sympathy for himself; he can see the sea-birds in flight, and wishes more peace at every sunset! This pen dashes all thoughts off, to relieve this mind of unwanted clutter, clearly seeing beyond the noiseless shore; and like survivors of a shipwreck: I let out a deep breath, to feel life at its best ,and joyfully play my clarinet... The dreamer who follows the stars loses their traces into space, they go further and further and disappear from his sight; he counted them all when they stood still and shone above the ragged canyons of a dreary moon in silverlight, and how can he hope for their return and not dream alone? Fugitive darkness gives away to dazzling sun-rays, the shrills of the gathered sea-gulls, by the beach-house, bring me back to an existence of joyful laughs; I am repulsively sad to have fallen into sleep, to have missed moments that could have inspired, indeed, another song for the dreamer who followed the stars!