The stars are all too far away to touch.
What god would make a universe so vast?
What lesson to be learned? That life is much
too distant in the future or the past?
The closest stars seem just within my reach;
the closest stars are still too far away.
I only want to give a kiss to each;
I only want to find some way to stay.
But which of us has ever touched a star,
or even stretched to touch the loving sky?
We seal our little lights inside a jar,
and one by one the lights begin to die.
To god, the universe is just a spark;
to me, a point of light, a stretch of dark.