
I point to each
star I see,
wanting to believe
in more
something
beyond the scope
of my
current
ability to cope
with the loss
in my heart,
living there like
a mirage that comes
upon us all at once,
and we stop,
stare, and deeply
revel in a dream
for something
more to be seen…
waiting,
watching,
wondering,
if what we see
is reality, or just
as it seems
blurry, through
the tears that fill
my eyes
continuously,
I seek
shelter,
from the field
of dancing projections
that live within
my minds limited
perfection
and,
the
paradox?
also living
within our heart,
is a capacity
beyond our ability
to comprehend,
so at times, we
pretend
to not notice, yet
the
mobility,
and nobility
once seen
on a movie
screen, now coming
home,
to you and me,
is so wondrous,
we pause, breathe
in the healing
presence, and realize
that all of life’s
dejections,
and, reflections,
live within our hearts
protection