The Boy With The Star
Out of the bad comes good
And out of the good comes bad
And out of every happy moment
May come a little sad
And every time the sun shines
There blows a little breeze
And with the spring and a little rain
Is the coming of the leaves
And out of every winter
There comes a little snow
But when I look up, I cannot see
From where it is that this wind blows
Across the lake, there is an island
Deserted and so cold
But I went there once a upon a time
In a dream that was so bold
And on that little island
I met a child with a star
He handed it over with such delight
In hopes of it traveling far
I asked him, “where do you come from?”
And he looked at me and laughed
He said, “with all the trees, and the birds, and the bees,
Our destinies are never mapped.”
And as I sat and pondered, while he sat and stared
It came to me, that in this dream
Finding such a star was rare
So I put it in my pocket
And sailed as far as I could flee
But when I reached the edge of the lake
There was nothing there to see
The cities were burned to ashes
And the sky was filled with soot
When I looked back behind me
There were fires ablaze with each step I took
It started to get dark and cold
I couldn’t see a thing
I put my hands deep in my pockets
And felt a little sting
Only then did I remember
When the world was burning down
That I was given a gift of light
To burn through the darkness that surrounds
And as I tossed the star as high as I could
I suddenly jolted awake
I could hear you breath, see that you were with me
And that if we were cartographers together,
our maps would build forever
(2012)
