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Color My World
I WANT MORE.
But it is because of this perfect
that I want, that I want to
See pain but not feel it but feel for it.
The stars sing to me the song
the song of the creator of my Creator
The creator who knows me
who knows me and tells me
that there is more
more beyond the Curtain.
Those stars, the stars that humble me
me on those dreamless nights
nights when I say
“I want more”
because with more I feel more
and when I feel more, I see more.
I see more TRUTH.
Star light, star bright,
Shooting stars are only lies.
I wish I may, I wish I might,
See the world for real tonight.
When did people, when did man
Take his paintbrush to the night sky and play God?
I extend my neck in the glow of a cloudy moon of clear black
and I can see.
Draw me a picture, but you see
Our dots don’t really connect
Because nothing is here
Nothing is here to stay.
Wish I could run
with my imagination like kids
with fists that hold crayons instead of
against flesh but you say they hold their pencils wrong.
Crayons against the night and draw the sun
as it wakes and smiles
even if it means coloring outside the lines.
And at age nine, there was nothing more
I wanted than to be an astronomer because
even then I said “I want more”
in that little whiny voice that nine-year-olds use
More universe because euphemisms
and idioms and sayings and big words like ubiquity just can’t say it.
It is the perfect mystery
that keeps mankind off the couch and on its toes
Because this is my star and this is your star
and we’ll always be by each other.
Out of nothing came the stars
and out of nothing I am here.
And you and we and they are here
They connect the stars of our stories
And to those we hold because
Here I am alive, not alone, but here
Knowing that I am alive, that life is love,
that love is life, and love is alive.
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