Reach for the stars,
no one ever said.
Reach for the moon first,
myself said to me.

In the far away distance,
and sometimes out-of-sight,
Luna rises high above,
taunting sightless eyes.

Hands clutch Her glowing rays,
open holding nothing.
Fingers illuminated in the night,
touch everything.

Elusive as a hummingbird,
in a summer breeze,
Impermanent as a single snowflake,
in the warmth of spring.

Reach for a dream,
in broad daylight.
Reach for the stars,
there’s none up there.

Nighttime’s heaven glitters,
with beautiful promises.
Daytime steals their reality,
hiding them all away.