The Same Stars
Caught crisscross before the moon
my eyes climb through the boughs to see
the same stars that rock me in their cradle
now rock you and so will rock the spangled void
for every lover, past the time I'll need their cover
when I am stardust in no one’s eye.
The same stars look down tonight
on every face I held like saving grace
candled in the sky lantern of my palms.
Though every matchstick light I tended
is long blown out, the sweet smoke pools
a shadowed incense in moon's dark garden
for when the spell is wound up,
and three whippoorwills call to the crow
outside the windowed midnight all in a row.
Then my last kiss to you will be
the first newborn thing
the same stars dream
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Header Photo by Laura HegfieldUsed with permission
Footer Photo: Yi peng sky lantern festival San Sai Thailand By Takeaway (Own work)via Wikimedia Commons