Free Verse # 422 (her light is my blessing)

Could it be that this fire
burning under my skin
is a remnant of an ancient star
that still recalls your name?
That in this star
you and me
burned selfsame?

~

In this life
we love a little,
we dance a little,
then are folded
back into the sky.

~

What I wrote you
during the day
I wanted to read to you
at night,
but you are nowhere to be found;
and so, I’ll whisper it to the wind,
and pray the wind
will find your ears tonight.

~

With every poem
I am making my way to you,
through the loneliness,
through the crowds,
through every day’s toils
and misunderstood smiles,
so I write to make my way to you,
to fill my chest a little
with the breath of homecoming,
to be able to survive.

~

Not much has changed, sister,
my hair is still growing grayer,
our dad is still waiting
to win the lottery.

~

Her light is my blessing;
to touch her is to know
the essence of my heart.

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