Among the Stars

(Or something like that)
Isn't it magnificent?
It twirls in the wind
And dances among the stars
So far out of our grubby hands.
A whirlwind of childish intentions
A fairytale we twisted
Word by delicate word
Then turned our heads to
Block out what we knew
But what we know was etched only in stars far above us.
And the irony lies
At the heart
For as long as we try to grasp the stars
Straining to catch a glimpse
Of perfection
They will always slip away
And leave us,
Fingers outstretched
Reaching for nothing
And leaving with no one.

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