Bright star, distant mirror,
I hear the whirl of your wake stir
Deep and heady thought;
I feel you but I don't understand.
Can't stop, even when
The bright light grows dim,
And I wipe the sweat off my brow,
Thinking all too much
That there is something bigger...
Some vast expanse, some use
For this glance high above
My current circumstance.
I crave the fruits of this world,
But I'm too reticent, afraid of change
And to lose all of the
Acceptance that I've gained.