It was a fifth of september
I quite remember
I wrote a piece
Of stars and astronomy
Of planetary systems
And gave it to the assesor
After all i was a freshman in 88
Then her look at the piece said once to me
“I love your work, but it was off the subject”
But those stars hounded me
All my life those stars gave me something to work around
While i ponder to wonder….
Star bright star bright. . .
Found out that first one was the last star of the war everynight til morning light that i and we look upon each night…
I wander why that piece was very evident in my life,
Now i know why mythology is the one who held me
Stars among gods and monsters
Stars among the demis and all the proto heroes of old,
Id like not to see you
Id like not be like you
But I would like to tell you one day to my flower
For she will be the one
I imagine that will play among your skies
Whenever she may want to.