I reach, farther than the sky permits,
And take hold of the stars.
Their glow tickles my palm and warms my fingers.

I reach, my hand brushing the atmosphere,
And claim the clouds.
Dew drips down my wrist.

I reach, dodging power lines and treetops,
And bask in open sunlight.
The wind dries my skin.

I reach, electricity filling my arm,
And take hold of your hand.
I am one with the stars.