Shining Stars

laying on the cold grass, my eyes among the stars

the vision of tomorrow calls me home

a wayward thought, the life it brought,

tripping o’er my own feet to greet

a million little reasons to come out of the mud

shining stars send me the energy from above

I will go my way where the Fates display

the passion, bliss and chances as I tiptoe

among the brush along the creek side

peeking out to search for meaning in the depths

oh, I want the wise old oak to tell me

signature on the bottom line for good

then a path that goes on stepping stones

right into that field of shining stars