Curious he seemed,
glaring at sky.
The five year old thought,
the stars followed him.

From the car window,
He glazed upwards.
Eyes sparkled
And he again leaped forward.

Mother see! the starts are following me.

Heart so supple
mind so clear,
The five year old felt the love
no one could hear.

Anxious, that if the night sleeps
the stars will loose their path.
Distressed with the thought,
he sat and to the window he leaped.

Eyes sparkled,
curious he asked,
Mother will the starts come home ?
and back he looked and smiled,
beholden that the stars looked at him.

The sky black,
full of stars
followed him
along the endless paths.

Little did he know,
the darkness waits for none,
down the road,
his stars were gone.