UNDER THE STARRY SKIES

In mute protests and mutant thoughts ,
The restive self always asks ,
questions with answers unknown 
of dreams with destinations unknown

Yet i look as i rarely do ,
the white "stains" on that clear dark infinite 
quiescent unease at the splendor of it all 
so near yet so far ...

I chase them to eternity and never find them
yet they say their positions shape my future
millions may come millions may go
but they stay on forever !

yet when i know even they can fall from grace
from heights unfathomable
of lives shone with brightness
yet all which is just as perishable as me

Under the starry skies
with my dreamy eyes
I look,
and all that I see are - reflections !