When

When every dream

has turned into dust,

and your highest hopes

no longer soar.

When places you

once yearned to see,

grow further away

on distant shores. 

When every night 

you close your eyes, 

and long inside

for something more.

Remember this 

and only this, 

There's moon dust

in your lungs, 

stars in your eyes,

you are a child 

of cosmos, a

ruler of the skies. 

:) 

Reviews

[Leo]

Very heartfelt. People are always searching for more, kind of like the grass is greener on the other side. Our hopes and wants are how we get things accomplished.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Sometimes we are never satisfied with what we have...like a child at Christmas who never gets enough presents. Spoiled.
I understand this...and I have known several people like this.

[Marie B]

I'm glad you got the understanding behind my writing, I really appreciate you