The Stars Above
A Poem
Endless iterations of this life staring deep into the sky a bed of pine needles sounds of nature a distinct quiet vastness space me
The stars above tell a story of neverending finality a bastion of hope a view of more a reminder of how small we are me
Infinite universal roaming without a long to-do list waiting for you to do everything except open your eyes breathe deep exhale you
The stars above tell a story of both you, and of me star-crossed strangers so serendipitous so far apart so lost found us
The sky holds the answers to all of my questions and holds my hand and my lofty hope in its wide palm clutching me as one of its own
me
© Jonathan Greene 2020
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