Ambition

If on this night I reach out
Grabbing from the sky a star,
Would heaven and earth punish me?
For taking what isn't mine.

What child does not stare,
Craned necks and heavy heads
Awed eyes and yearning hands.
To only grab a piece of that.

We are but bugs in a jar,
And the holes a holy light.
A pleasant wonder,
A secret world.
All above our heads.

So if my hand were to take
And simply hold a star,
Whose life is but a million beats,
Compared to all of ours.

I will cherish the wonder given.
I will burn my hands to hold it.
The Sun, the Moon, the Stars.