looked outside when the skies cleared
was wondering if I might see
what I was looking for today,
if it might be any different
distinguishing another day,
another time perhaps,
when my purpose stood before me.
When you spend some time
looking at the starlit sky,
waiting for the fall,
can’t help realize there’s far more
yet, that moment when I slide the door,
my routine will return and the stars
a distant memory.
So how can I tap into that energy,
the one that suggests that we are on our own
unless of course we can map the growth
of our night sky, waiting to take us home.
Twilight is a beautiful thing,
I have to agree, because just to be cool
means great sacrifice in the greater scam
of twilight’s autonomy.