Starry-eyed

To live in a place with a million stars,
Each, bold with colored fire,
Cut to burn eternally, however soft.

A million- touchable, real,
no numbers, once lost, no grief
To bear such a burden.

One million, and I will fly
Where no one can reach or grab me,
For this is the fall.

The World in My Hands

Love puts the world
In the palm of my hand.
To light with a touch.
To rest with a blink.
Once my vision whirled
I soared, my eyes panned.
The world so small, so much
Possibility clogged the sink.
And so imagination swirled.
Overflowed the land.
My heart skipped double dutch.
So much to do, to think!
But a frame is but a square
Vain in my hands,
If one face fills to brink.

Inspiration: Amelia's most recent poem, "Decisions". :) Though I kind of go off on a tangent with my main point.