I reach out to touch the stars
but they are too far away
for my hands to touch.
I reach out
To touch my dreams
but they keep slipping away
from my fingers.
I reach out
to touch you
but you are too far away
for me to reach.
So I start to cry
and look up
to the dark sky
and I see the moon.
I reach out
to touch it
and I find it
in my cupped hands.
I have the moon!
But it's impossible!
No, nothing is impossible
I hear a voice say.
I look down
and I find you
pushing me up
Helping me touch the moon.
And I realize
that we did the impossible.
That is after all the only way
to make the impossible possible.
Together.
YOU ARE READING
We are all made of Stars
ПоэзияThis is a collection of poetry. With my poems I express my thoughts and feelings. It is like a piece of my soul, so please appreciate it! Hope you enjoy :)
