Whoever Put The Stars Up

  

Whoever put the stars up, was surely thinking,

of this,

of nights in endless purgatory,

of moments forever missed, surely of times,

with a need

to look

in eyes, across a vast and impossible space;

of longing to simply hold a hand

with all this gentle grace, passed on,

in cherished touch that lets the bad things out…

the aching and the fear,

whoever put the stars up, let them be in no doubt both

far and near, they

are there

to share

when no word nor image is enough,

bodies of celestial treasure,

bound and tied with love, and bounced, from

heart to heart,

gaze to wanting gaze,

the only thing that

carries the gifts, that have no

other way

of getting there or here…from me

to you,

look up, look up and know,

how I wish on them too.