Between The Stars

 

It existed,

between the stars, they said,

empty,

and full

of not much,

void and simple,

time imprinted, at the end of ever

being.

It

was

unseeing, they claimed,

blind, and deaf, and dumb,

a lonely hole, unlit, un-speaking,

no mouth,

no ears,

no tongue.

But you and I, looked up through night,

and saw the stars were not selfish

with light, and the moon,

she was

more generous

still,

she shone across its vast expanse, as if she had

a room

to fill with glow, and gentle haze,

the whole world

of living could see,

and she seemed to cast a gaze,

a moment,

down, at you, and me, and all that space -  

through-out the blackness bright

 - what swam between

the stars,

was filled with love that night,

gentle, pale, and beautiful,

the whole world’s evening sight,

was a beckoning vision

cast by souls, beyond the chains

of life,

they moved between the stars

on beams,

of future and

forever, reminding us that

distance does not, negate being together in time

nor fast in truth,

no circumstance too much,

as they reached across dimensions,

and we stretched our fingers out to touch

them all

with tenderness,

and in unison,

exult and mourn,

ever glancing at the crimson of, the fast-encroaching

dawn;

a time we knew,

letting go was due, of visitors

from another place; a time we made

ourselves safe,

in a castle built of arms.

Wrapped in calm, tear-stained face to mine,

as they receded,

across the  livid sky;

you rested your weary head a time,

and I whispered:

“it was only a gift…”

And there, was born, a new morning,

on our soul-dance,

and a kiss.