ah, the stars
friendly neighbors
to our mortal world
burning, bright, brighter
freckling the face of dusk
and gazing at us from afar
ah, but then, to be a star
to dance among the clouds
and set the heavens ablaze
small beacons of illumination
against the inky midnight tapestry
painting portraits, telling stories
for the small creatures below
these creatures, so pure
wishing upon beacons
telling their stories, time after time
ah, yes, this is where i stand
not among the stars, below them
admiring these evening freckles
perhaps making a wish or two myself
and though i am not one of them
i know the stars see me
i feel their presence in the dead of night
one of warmth and luminosity
they speak to me, whispering
“one day, you too will be a star
a freckle, a beacon, a storyteller”
and in this, i have faith
ah, the stars
-mg 1/22/21
