L.C. McQuillen
01.12.16
I look up to the stars
and think of us
because that is where we belong
our thoughts surpass
all of this land
and our minds
pass the bottom of the earth.
We are deep thinkers
and heavy sleepers
our souls carry burdens
from a thousand lives
the stars tell our stories
and read our signs
as we speak out
thoughts unfed
we grow lighter
and travel upward
Our intuition isn’t held
Captive by gravity
I see the stars
and think of us
our minds in sync
our flesh once forged
we are transient
yet these moments last
our souls understand
empathy is louder
than the rest of
any hollow feelings
when we are left
solitary
But the stars
are where we belong
the earth holds no wisdom
for us
desert lands
we are roamers
weasels in tunnels
Crawling in unexplored
Thought processes and patterns
Most are afraid to find
survival swallowed
by feeling
depth
we belong to the stars.