Stargazers and wish makers
are no more chance takers
than the movers and shakers
who fall flat on their faces.
Traces of dreams become search beams,
beacons that scan the night.
Stars bright and about to burn out,
keep the cosmos illuminated.
Reality is earth based if faced
with a serious slant, and you can’t
build sand castles in the sky.
You can try to ascend
into the mystic; but infinity
is definitely out of reach.
© Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014