She found me there,
Waiting on the edge of solitude.
The little star, most beautiful of a thousand stars
Shining her light to guide my thoughts
In the direction of everywhere
She whispered of my dreams,
Some I had not recalled for a million years,
Where I had come from and who I had become,
Who I was yet to become.
All of those secrets hidden in a basket of linens
And yellow paged books in plastic,
Folded and tucked into the trunk of childhood
And the scent remained in each crease,
Memories light on the air like incense,
Tendrils rising higher to carry my mood into
The stars that sat idly by ignored,
Yet gaining intensity as I walked among them
And she smiled at me and laughed
Like a hundred crystal bells ringing
Heralding the morning of awakening,
Giving birth to the moment
I was born once more.
We became one in the heavens
Before I fell gracefully back down,
And I came to rest on the delicate frond of a tall tree
And the ocean gathered close caressing the roots
That were planted so deep
And it is there I rest at night to sleep,
Amongst the flickering lights I wait
For her to find me waiting
To refresh the next memory lost,
To birth the next star seed.