DRUNK WITH THE STARS
These days I go for walks late at night
To the places in the mountains far away from the village.
There I am, in the theatre of the stars.
I stretch my arms upward - to heaven, and yell:
"Oh universe! I love you so!"
I smile to myself - what a crazy fellow I must be.
But what else can I do
When my mind is dancing with the stars?
On the way back I listen to the crickets
And to the distant sounds of the goat bells.
Complete peace.
The crickets.
Distant bells.
The stars.
I bow deeply and kiss the earth
In gratitude for letting me be here
On this earth, under the stars
Amidst the sounds of goat bells.
My crazy mind is intoxicated
With the energy of the stars.
— Henryk Skolimowski