Stars are the proof of a Wonderland,
A place beyond our imagination,
Where thoughts are the essence of words.
Gazing and searching the midnight sky,
Finding the stars winking at me from an endless arch of blackness beyond the moons corona. In places, a vivid sequin-silver and birthstone blue, turn to reflect on their history, like scattered fairy dust in the sky and beacons of hope for all the lost souls of the world. The sensational burn, an itch, for one lucky star to fly silent as others sit still. The stars lure me into a dream, a need. A need for exploration. Fantasizing the topsy-turvy world, which seems to be but one compartment of my mind. Defying gravity, just to float like a feather into the depths of a Wonderland. So beautiful. So true. And their i sit, and realize, that no matter how black the night becomes, the stars brilliance pierce the veil of darkness, a promise, that they stand vigil over us, now and forever. And with their light, they remind us of our ancestors, of loved ones passed, of songs and music, of a better tomorrow. And so i live in a Wonderland, where dreams are finally my reality, and my thoughts, are spoken with words.