On a summer night, the child
Gazed at twinkling stars above.
He laid on a golden haystack,
Listening to crickets chirp. ǀ Fine
Suddenly, from veils of darkness,
Falling stars began to dance,
Heading towards the world of humans—
All asleep but one who dreamt.
He jumped down, touching the soft grass,
And began to chase the stars.
He would find out where they landed
And would watch their final dance.
So, he ran through fields of harvest,
Through the village, past his home,
Through the mountains and the forests,
Only looking to the sky.
Never tired, filled with wonder,
He gained strength from watching them.
Barefoot, but not feeling sharp stones,
Not needing to stop or rest.
He ran till he reached the sea shore,
Standing now on golden sand,
Where water began its kingdom,
Where the bright stars would soon land.
He watched as they touched the water,
Disappearing in the night.
One by one, their first encounter
Was also the last of this kind.
When the last star met the cold waves,
It was dark again on Earth.
Gazing back at constellations,
The child followed them back home.
He laid down between his parents,
In the quiet of their home.
Just before the sunrise started,
Just before the crack of dawn.
He was fast asleep before that,
Entering the world of dreams.
Till nightfall would come back once more,
He dreamt of stars being born.
Da Capo al Fine
– Patricia
Da Capo al Poetry 