A Very Special Journey

I’m in pursuit of my very own starry sky
 
if not to see such vision
 
well, I may as well die?
 
my spirit free
 
I’m an owl in the night
 
wings spread fiercely
 
now taking flight
 
dusk pounds my heart
 
light winds keep me steady
 
holding paint brush tight
now I am ready?
 
only me…only I
 
with the stars
I’m gliding through air
 
dazzled by excitement
 
propelled by each star
 
encouraging me forward
 
into the light of a new dawn
 
out of this magnificent starlight
 
and
 
into my next new poem.