Look up, they say,
for the answers are written in the stars,
etched in the silence of the sky,
where ancient light traces our beginnings
and future we cannot see.

I wonder if they whispered my name
before I ever knew it,
if they charted this path
in constellations,
leaving messages in the dust of distant worlds.

There is a pull, a quiet knowing,
that somewhere beyond this earth,
something vast watches over,
guiding us with a map unseen,
our choices aligning with the patterns
already drawn long ago.

And though we walk in mystery,
the stars remind us—
we are not aimless,
we are not lost.
Our stories are not chaos,
but threads woven through time,
shining across the galaxies,
as we followed the light that was always ours,
written in the stars.

Each heartbeat echoes the constellations,
each moment a note in the cosmic symphony,
guiding us through shadows and brilliance,
showing us the way,
as the universe conspires in our favor.

With every step, we gather stardust,
transforming doubt into dreams,
for the path ahead is lit by the fire
of our hopes and the whispers of the past.

So let us dance beneath this vast expanse,
embracing the wonder of the unknown,
for in this beautiful tapestry of life,
we are the dreamers, the seekers,
the ones who illuminate the night,
as we journey onward, hand in hand,
writing our story across the heavens.




© Bobby Priest