Strand of Stars

I did string myself a strand of stars
With my own veins for a bit of fun and sky-swinging.
But the one nova which did hold up my swing,
Today, decided to fall.

And when it fell, I was swinging
And I had not a care in the world.
So, I sat in the swing--free-falling;
Happily, I spun and twirled.

To the ground below I plummeted,
Not caring that I could die,
For when I was sky-swinging,
I never stopped to ask why.

To that ground along with me,
Two precious tears began to fall.
They passed me in a gracious instant
And I knew this was my call.

So, I lept from the swings to land in the clouds
And smiled when I traversed through.
There I floated for the rest of my days,
Along with my strand of stars.