High rises is the day <br />When one can learn to say <br />How we feel from where we are <br />About ourselves, our inner star. <br /> <br />Not the stars we see <br />Faces in boxes who pretend to be free <br />But the stars up above <br />Shining and glowing an expression love. <br /> <br />These stars we wish to be <br />We wish hard from prayer to plea <br />But only those who rise to say <br />How they feel, are stars that day. <br /> <br />My star is glinting only hinting its light <br />Because time is betraying in its right <br />Right in ways I will not understand <br />In letting stars fad, away in its sand.<br /><br />Peter Hans.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grains-of-light/
