A new star is born

Why seek ,in grief, the dark,
and shed those tears, 
mourn till the salts
no longer sting the eyes,
no phantom to prey on fears.


All are but, serving time,
in this passage. 
Mere travelers,
only differential quests.
Do we then strive?
To be the unknown,
why waste time wailing alone.
Make haste to carve a place 
under the skies,
to call our own.


Wait not for sun to shine in your face.
Someone to hold a candle to you

To smile, wide and bright, and,

relentlessly trudge day and night.

If you must be up there,

when you can be the sun,

raise the bar,

why sweat,

to be some odd star?

And when everything's gone , 
lost and done,
the footprints shall show you walked, 
tall and proud.
And through the eons,
times shall sing of your journey aloud.