when i was both young and naive
i believed in anything
and you told me that the twinkling stars
were tied up by a string
that the moment i had joined this earth
a brand new one was strung
and every night out there in space
my sparkling star still hung
as it rose i'd ask the wise old moon
which star up there was mine
guessing at which point of light
my life has caused to shine
but nights are not eternal
nor naivety or youth
and the world was quick to tell me
what i'd thought was not the truth
it wasn't string that stopped the stars
from falling from the sky
and you didn't get to untie yours
when you kissed this world goodbye
but i think there's always some things
that pure knowledge can't explain
and i'll stick to what you told me
though the world thinks me insane
for it's hard to say what isn't true
and see clearly which things are
when on the night you slipped from earth
i saw a shooting star.
-e.h

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Touch the Sky
Poetryfor anyone who has ever been told to get their heads out of the clouds.