The stars are markers of the past.
They tell the tales of giants and dwarves.
Their light conveys the stories although
That light has left them long ago.
Just like the boy with a catapult,
Whose lengthy journey through the years
Has stretched out and almost erased
The stars are makers of the past.
They are calling,
Every morning as they fade
They invite him
To join them.
Twinkles in his eyes,
But one day soon,
The stars' delicate light,
Will catapult him,
Into the past.