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I long for stars
hearing the whistle of far off trains brisk night breezes the opening of doors to familiar faces uncomplicated circumstances and nights of endless uninterrupted sleep and waking up feeling sated with dreams I can remember to live I long for stars and the thought of not worrying about what remains how I could take that whistling train to somewhere and not be afraid the comforting change of seasons the anticipation of what more might happen the adventure in near and distant places the uncomplicated circumstances of nights spent dancing and talking with my dearest friends living like I'm dreaming so much time still ahead an equal number of years behind and in front of me oh there's still more time to dream in the present is a gift open to me I long for stars how they deliver me directly to hope they help me focus and feel so not alone keep it all shrunk down to my own manageable humanity but now I'm getting older the stars I long for are dimmer farther away and much harder to see how they seem more paired to eternity and to those faces who were once familiar who've now become much dimmer they're distant constellations far away and gone from me but how I've longed for stars how I hoped to reach them how I wanted to be one of them how I long for stars legal copyright for this poem/work on June 3, 2017 directly written to the page and also by this writer/author/poet Melissa A. Howells and also for this legally copyrighted site title: Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World Vote for this poem
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