Fairy Lights

I saw rays of cold light cascading from tiny lights. 
The glowing strings,  
thinner than angel’s hair.
 
I wondered if the little lamps 
knew they created constellations. 
A combination of suns,
some worshiped like Gods.   
 
I thought if I squinted
I’d be able to see the little planets 
that some say revolve around them. 
 
I thought of the connection I might have 
with these distant lands. 
 
Would I love the rocky wasteland 
as much as I love the bog by the lake 
 
With its crisp moss that looks like chewy candy,
or reeds that squeak when frogs navigate leafy forests? 
 
I can't see Venus with my little telescope,  
so I wonder if Jupiter is real.  
 
If I rode an Interstellar Eagle  
would I crash and burn into some fiery mass?
 
A cosmic fire, a destination that would take 
two lifetimes to reach.