Stardust

Stardust

If words are made from stardust
Then every thing I’ve ever said
Is made from light,
Even the bad.

If people are made from stardust,
Then every person I’ve ever met
Is made in heaven
Even my enemies.

If worlds are made from stardust,
Then we all are born
In outer space
Even the ones among us 
that lack imagination.

So how best to explore the cosmos?
When here, 
In this big blue planet of ours:
Are a million galaxies to explore.

The Lone Traveller

I travel the world in metal birds
Wings roaring fire and steam
Lift me high above the clouds
And when I land in some place far away
I ask myself if it is night or day
My heart eclipsed by neon lights
Luring strangers passing by
I claim a vacant room and call it home,
– (For now).
I see the sunlight
Bursting through the hotel curtains
But never seem to have the time
To step inside the sun
And as the world slowly burns itself to sleep
I know my place among the stars
Drifting in my thoughts
To where it’s cold and gray
That solitude of foreign land
That never seems enough
To make you stay
Yet is enough to make you hopeful
For just another day

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