I used to chase the distant gleam
A shooting star—
A fleeting dream.

But stars—I've found,
Are nearer still—
A different climb—A steeper hill.

Lift the fallen—
Share your light —Guide the lost
Through the darkest night.

Listen closely —
To a heart that sighs—
For the stars are found
Where kindness lies.

So reach not far—
But look within—where the stars
Have always been.


© deardiary