You say I get “all starry-eyed,” like I
should never raise my sight above the earth
but focus always on the ground and try
to think that rocks and dirt are all we’re worth.
But, hey, I can’t look only down, can’t just
not dream, not see the light behind your eyes
and know that deep inside are stars we must
believe in — follow. Dream-stuff. Inner-skies.
Oh, sure, you’ve got your problems. I’ve got mine.
Between us both together, we’ve got lots.
And sometimes yours and mine get all entwined
and tangled up together into knots.
Our problems can be solved, those knots undone.
But who would extinguish a star — or put out the sun?