A merry go around

Here again. A wandering star found its way to the home. But so much he is waiting to fly to Eastern Europe. Only to arrive again, and again. A day before depart, a night after dusk and a dream before truth, he is waiting to travel with eyes closed. With other stars showing the light, he is anxious to see, to hear, and to depart. Depart, only to arrive and depart again.