infinite in spirit

I never want to reach the top
because there is idleness in that.
To reach the stars is to reach the stars, 
not the galaxies that surround it.
Achieving keeps you at the standstill,
and I always want to be falling.
Down, down, down
the same stairs that I’ve been climbing
because the steps change each time
as does my reach.

I dream to visit a place like you
because stars dance in the pools of your eyes
and your hair is the green grass
that rustles in the wind.
Because you are paradise.

And I am vast, plain, and empty
a dessert begging for the rain.
There is a drought in me and my
skin cracks with just one touch.
Because I am far away from a place
like you.