She wonders what they are.

Are they fireflies captured so that the moon they could garnish?

Are they just spots of light foolish children wish on?

Is their a stairway to that blissful place?

Can one float amung the stars?

Can one be free from this caotic life?

Dismal days are made well by those glittering things.

They smile and twinkle.

They make all matters once again well.

Was there a stairway at one time that lead there?

Did people walk on the sky and go to peace?

Did they touch a stars happy face?

What does a star look like up close?

Is it a woman who glows?

Is it a man who all things knows?

She wonders all the time.

What is up there?

Who sees the pain she suffers?