When you look up at the stars and see yourself shining bright
Atwinkle and luminous in the half lunar night.
Mind wandering and weaving, flitting from passion to passion
Dream to dream, like the sand man visiting in his midnight fashion.
What delusions we think, what visions we see
The universe is daunting, our souls forever striving to be free.
Our eyes they wander and our lips do taste
For evanescence is awaiting for all to finally see the delicate lace.
That lace, that dainty web we have all weaved
These are the faults, the cracks in our ecosystem that no one will see.
For all it takes is the fire of an enchanted mind
To see the deep intermingling of singularity between nature and mankind.
Many people wish it, many will seek it in kind
However few will maintain it, as the powers of society unwind the mind.
They group passion with rules, a structure that binds
To mutilate our pondering and disrupt what we find.
But those small, tiny lights, the ones seen just barely
Are what change the whole world and bring it aglow with their rarity.
These sparks of so-called insanity of the rule breaking miscreants,
Are what ignite the entire sky, as well as all of humanity.