I look at the stars and wonder to myself
How did it all come to this
The dark, vast sky and the cold air
And the subtle sprays of mist
The flat sidewalks, bare and hard
And the trees that blow in the night
The wind howls and the crickets sing
And my eyes reflect moonlight
I ask myself, what is more important? Than
A daily life filled with stress
Is not the newspapers and the coffee
But a picnic and a park
In a polka-dotted dress
Not the cars and the crimes
Or the price of a stock
But the sun and the moon
And a heartfelt talk
A kiss on the cheek, a hug
Of farewell
A laugh to remember
Of not the day that I fell
Desperation and despair
Are the thorns in roses
And my heart is not ready for that
I close my eyes to darkness, and
See only the light
In a time where smiles are
Measured by money
That determines the day as cloudy or sunny…
I watch the grass grow.
And I look at the stars and wonder to myself
How did it all come to this
Not the cherry blossoms or green bamboos
Nor the silver rain drops on pavements
Instead, an alarm clock and the morning news
But the words in my heart sing softly to me
In our vast yet short, short life
All the joy in the world need not be searched for
If I can just unlock that faraway door
To the truth of nature and not people’s faces
Look beyond the cracks and through all life’s
spaces
Only there and then is beauty
Only then; in a swinging hammock
And the soft, surreal breeze
Is pure, unadultered ease.
Stop Time
