On posting a poem

The stars feel so close or so it seems each time the mind delivers a pregnant thought to paper. Heights of expectations touch the sky and when the birds sits and sing on your tree you feel complete. Your greatest fears are those who sit under the shade of the tree and just leaves. At times, you feel marooned on an island, with no forward movement no one to care. But when the ship does set sail into deep sea you're not afraid to be lost for the stars are always there. and when your ship reaches another nameless shore, you look up at the stars and ponder "Why god made them alike?" for poets are like stars so alike in heart yet so distant to reach for...