Poetry

Constellations

Star-gazing just might work in two directions.

Photo by author © N Elliott

Eyes wide in the darkening hours,
soaking in the silent hum of night,
scanning the vast blackness of the heavens,
I find that first sparkling star,
holding fast to it while the wish is made.

I fall under the star’s gaze, too,
as it contemplates the universe
and espies my twinkle in the constellation I inhabit.

I am my own little scintillating spot
within the dance of stars,
my place assured with that
blessing smile the night reveals.

We stars sail through the endless skies,
each one luminescing as only we know how,
each essential to the mystery
even as we whisper to each other our hopes and dreams.

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