A Dream Of Stars

I feel as though i have an obligation to write about stars no
matter what, so here it goes.

What staring at the stars conjures for me:

"..the dreamy voice of a female lounge singer held in embrace in
a coat of haze that has sojourned over the audience. They listen
enthralled, inebriated with alcohol. Euphoria.."

It's such a joy for me to just stare at the stars, or to watch
the rain as it tumbles from the heavens. But yet I refrain myself
from these indulgences. Why? To put it simply, I hate to lose
myself in euphoria.



A Dream Of Stars (Sept 03)

what of the moon blind to my sleep
stay awhile, wont you please?
and set my dreams a sail
amongst the habour of stars in my wake.
a lark it is; ever faithful
a ship there was; truly missed
dont shed a tear now
i promise i'll wait

what of stars blind to its passing
as twilight skies sings its lullaby
i will find you again
amongst comfortless nights.
decry the moon that entwine the hearts
a forlorn soul needs not but a silent prayer
to sleep a dream
with stars to guide

what then of the mist, forgetting still
the moon and stars it conjures
a sweet languor, with pining yet abhor
a field of lights; left unsaid adore
my dreams asleep; awake
it steals with wantonness
there is no farewell
till we meet again; a dream of stars