Starchasing

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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.