On the night swing
Silence reigns peacefully…
One, two, three…
I begin to count the stars,
Soon, I realize there aren’t nearly enough.
Where did they get away to,
Did they become wishes,
And did they come true…
With an upward gaze and an open heart,
I fly from here to soar the heavens
And tiptoe there among them.
They sparkle with a surety and a grace
That sends me back through time
Into a shining darkness of uncountable nights.
Ones that came before so many counterfeit lights of man.
There was an age
When stars outnumbered the neon glow.
I miss it much…
Do those that are left in the heavens look to us now,
In mystery, as we do them.
Are they intrigued by our sparklers of one kind and another.
Do they surmise that some of their very own
Have fallen into this dusty corner of space…
…to enchant us mere women and men…
…maybe.
Is that how a wish is born,
Does a star choose to fall,
Because it heard the distant whisper of a thought…
It hopes,
And draws close,
Close enough to listen…
To the stories of you and me.
…maybe.
But, I ask,
Do they still enchant us,
Or have we replaced them
With something that will never be real.
Desire beckons to me
To find a somewhere
Where once again, the lights of us are few to none,
And the stars are free
To reign in silence
From their own celestial home
Where they belong….
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ellie894 September 8, 2019
