the boy drifts to sleep in hopes of a better tomorrow
the dreams he dreams
the stories he knows
the tales he weaves

comforting how he can sleep
comforting how he can dream
comforting how he can know

his mother knows not what else she can do but let him dream
let him sleep

she cannot let him know.

the woman cries tears of sorrow, yet triumph.

she cries the tears she sheds aren't hers to have but his.

she enters the room every night.

she looks up at the stars every night.

knowing he is asleep.

its okay she says to herself

Its okay says the stars

its okay says her heart

Its okay says the stars

its okay.

her child is dead.

but not to her.

her child is dead.

but not to the stars.

to them he is merely sleeping.

for an eternity.

immortalized in the stars.

taken away.

by the stars.

led on a chariot to the stars.

and yet she sees him there.
sleeping among the stars.

his dreams. to be among the stars.

and yet his grasp, never able to wrap around her pointing finger.

she cries the tears she sheds aren't hers to have but his.

she cries because she loved and was loved and has loved and yet

what pain is there without love, what love is there without pain.

her husband walks in and lays a hand on her shoulder,
and he cries.

he cries because he wasn't able to save her from the stars.

the reaching hand can only grasp what is in front of them,
never ahead.

and so he cries.

for now she sleeps in the stars.

she cries the tears she sheds aren't hers to have but His...