demure star

So demurely do the stars beckon -
a quiet pulse, a glimmering melody,
a siren song you strain to hear
with your entire being suddenly drawn and pulled,
a gossamer chain upon the soul.
And the heart does not greatly fear
the edge of awareness,
the boundaries of the unknown,
for the eyes have gathered in beauty.
and the mind knows only the need to wander.
Do we return home or discover anew,
voyagers unfettered, fools suddenly brave.
So do the stars beckon -
and we whisper in reply, “soon.”