I stood there cloaked in the light of a thousand stars,
glittering like rain that won’t fall
suspended above this questioning soul.
I reached up as if I,
a mere mortal,
could touch one,
as if I could reach so far to the heavens,
and the cool emptiness of my hands left me sad
although I understood,
the hollowness that sat within
like the weight of a hundred years
and I asked my questions to the silence
and only the echo
of a distant dog was heard in reply.
Such a solitary place it is within a star,
so far away and so many wishes
yet unable to answer
except in falling,
always so rare.
Pale glitter painted sky of my dreams,
touched by the brush of such a gifted hand
and as I sit here quietly watching
each day that plays out
I bless the clouds for keeping their distance
when I needed to see,
to feel so very deeply
this beautiful piece hung for my pleasure.