The Paths of the Stars

I just want to walk;

to keep on walking 

and I wonder how far I would get to go

before I'd have to turn around.

However, I'm no Forrest Gump.

I couldn't walk the same roads

over and over just because I can.

There is always something more to see.

I wish I could walk the paths

of the stars

because the night sky is always changing

and only those who know it

can predict what will be where when,

as though the sky were their lover

only they know how to handle,

even if they cannot possibly know

her delicate, beautiful intricacies.

When we are young

we are given stories of the North Star

and how sailors used it when they were lost

with no hope of returning.

As children, the North Star

was always the brightest in the sky,

which we find out later, is wrong.

The brightest star you'll ever see

is Venus, the Planet,

and Polaris is only the 47th

brightest star so it's really rather dull.

I wonder if sailors followed

the thoughts of children and

uncorrected adults

and whether they ever returned home.

Or if they settled

with alcohol as a replacement,

never really longing for the home

which is still lost at sea,

drifting among the stars.

Reviews

[Lydia]

I really loved this. It paints such a vivid picture.