Set your eyes to the stars.
Glittering diamonds in the darkness around us.
Reach up and you can touch them.
Stretch your fingers and brush their gentle warmth.
Covered in the fingerprints of dreamers.
The stars are not above us.
They are not cold, uncaring creatures, staring down upon us from their ebony throne.
No, they are not distant.
They are not too high for us to reach.
They surround us.
They wrap the earth in their soft, dark blanket.
Arms enfolding and cradling us.
Holding us up in the vastness of space.
They long for us, as we long for them.
They reach for us the same.