Stardust and Smiles

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Stardust and Smiles




I’ll find a tall ladder to stretch to the sky,
And climb every step, with no fear that it’s high.
I’ll rub noses with each one of the planets,
As I go collecting two pockets-full of stars.

And as I am harvesting, like a regular farmer,
Picking only the shiniest, and, of course, the best,
No one on Earth will notice I’ve taken them,
For I will leave plenty of sky gems behind.

With pockets lined by sprinklings of magical shine,
I’ll visit the places where darkness casts gloom,
Where nightmares call, leaving tears on young faces,
I’ll salt every corner with those starlit blooms.

First, come the hospitals; they’ll get the most stars.
I’ll put them high up onto every dulled ceiling,
And decorate each of those white-robed doctors,
Along with their Chemo rooms and sterile halls.

And when you sit up, Bro, straight in your bed,
Then you’ll see all the things that I have just done,
And everything after will suddenly be right,
For stardust will float down, making you well.

Then, together we’ll take our stars to the forests,
The ones with the witches, ogres, and beasts.
We’ll deliver those beacons to places of darkness,
Lighting up the world where BAD has its feasts.

And each time we find a cave that is darkened,
Where the horror of sickness is rotten as trash,
There, you and I will hang a fresh fistful of stars,
Changing each bad thing forever to good.

Then maybe we’ll climb up the ladder again,
So we can look out and see all around.
Searching for sadness -- the sick, and the hurt,
Sweetening hope clear across the whole world.

You and I, Bro, with our pockets of stars,
We’ll make the Earth healthy and better by far,
So no child will ever be sick once again,
And spend all their days in stiff hospital beds.

There will be no more days full of treatments,
No endless pain from nausea and needles,
Just laughter and fun and all the things bright,
As life’s supposed to be when everything’s right.

You and I, Bro, we’ll do this together,
As soon as I climb up those sky ladder steps,
For then, as I said, I’ll bring down the stardust
To chase away each drop of your sickness.

So, remember, my brother, if sometimes you wake,
That if I’m not in this chair, here, by your side.
It’s only ‘cause I am out climbing that ladder,
To fill up my pockets with stardust and smiles.

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