Show Me All the Hidden Stars
A poem about sharing wonder

Walk with me in the deep of night down to the shore of the shining lake where the sky is free of forest green the wind on the skin feels fresh and clean and celestial heavens breathe with light
The lapping of dark lake waters a heron on a late-night flight the marsh alive with sounds of night we walk through wisps of ether glow and know, this is all that truly matters
Show me all the hidden stars the pillowed clouds where angels play the vat of blue the sky draws from the passage to the coming day, be with me always, always stay
