Starchasing

In pursuit of stars,

I run and I run;

Away from plush bars,

To get my knots undone.

The city thrums around me;

The garish blare of electric lights,

And I long to break free,

To the soft beams of simple starlight.

Oh woe be unto me,

For here 'tis nowhere to be found.

I must away now flee,

From all this noisy city sound.

I take course away from man,

The silent road forgotten by my kind.

And so without a plan,

I seek whatever I shall find.

The milestones fall away,

A blur of yellow and white;

I look for where to stay,

In the dark of the night.

A deserted hill beckons,

And I tread on it's feet.

An untrailed hill I walk on;

For there's a multitude I must meet.

A monochrome canvas lies ahead;
Bare weeds welcome me.
I chart a path unafraid,
To the top of the hill steep.

Reaching the peak I turn up,
And O! What do I see?
The heavens do open up;
And I'm taken in by glee.

Far from the shining brights,
I seem to have come to my destination.
A new world within my sights,
I let the present slip into hibernation.

What can be a more soothing sight,
Than this dance of twinkles and white.
Finally my mind has no fight;
Within the solace of gentle starlight.

The crickets chime a steady rhythm;
The hum of the earth fills me.
Peace at last, extolled in a hymn,
For my soul has returned to me.