Inspiration

If you look to the sky,

before dawn breaks the veil

and into the night

where the dreams of man sale

You will see a light

barely a speck in the ocean

a star that glows faintly

and is barely in motion.

It will dance, it will flicker

It will hope and then fall

like many before it,

but it will grow tall

It's a star that's made special

created by nothing

forged in the dreams

that one day, it will be something,

It will sputter, and crackle

flare and ignite

before swallowing all

in it's unfair delight

Then you'll look to the star

that you barely observed

and you'll notice a hole

from the place it once served

Then you'll see the gleam

Of the moon, on the sea

And in it's reflection

The remains of a dream

Not ashes or dust

But a hot burning light

Because now the small star

Has just flooded the night

The dreams are now shattered

from hope to reality

and above you, a cloud

Of shimmering clarity

It fills you with warmth

That turns into a spark

Because now that small star

has just brightened the dark

Your new path is clear

Your dreams, they are yearning

to be let lose, and be lived

like the new moon that is burning.