Journey's End- John richard Moreland

When I was young
How distant seemed
Each glittering star,
Each dream I dreamed.

How vast the space
Of earth's blue breath,
How long the road
That led to death.

But now grown old
The far sky nears,
The journey's-end
Almost appears.

Even the star's
Pale yellow light
Grows brighter with
Each passing night.

Till I, who thought
Stars distant, dim,
May reach and touch
Their outer rim.