Sea of Stars

I have camped across the nation.

Slept under velvet skies of Yellow Stone,

Of Adirondack,

Of the Porcupines,

And never seen the velvet glisten.

My sprawls across nature; objectified.

Goals, attainable, require rest...

Too exhausted to stare at velvet

After eight miles on foot

Through nature's bounty.

I need to

Reinvent objectivity; my goals

I must seek out the velvet and it's glean

This is what populates my conscious

While in the vast sound stage

In front of the lens - glassy - it glistens

Like a star.

Like a star....

...Look at all these here; all of them

This stage, this scene,

We are all a single frame - 

Instances

- Looking back at one another,

But this is a lie; a deception

of our own vanity.

I have a story, twenty four years long.

They have a story...

They have a story...

We burn.

We burn to shine,

Every dot on this canvas...

Triumphant tales of conquer we dream

to regale to some gussied reporter on ET

Define us, lens.

Make a sea of stars shine.

Lap velvet over us,

Over our worn hopes.

Make a sea of stars, we dream.