grass slowly grows
star daisy-crowned
turns to face the moon
silence in the shadows
star
planting seeds
planting seeds by starlight
moonbeams guiding their growth
watered with tears and brightened by smiles
the wind from the north and the sun from the south
stars shoot
stars shoot, fall at night
– sacred imagination –
then the clouds blow in
he paints the ceiling
he paints the ceiling
with swirls of stars
and watches them in the closed-eye darkness
every odd-shaped interval
a single star gold-silver falls
till sleep or morning comes
Stars?
Stars?
What do I need with stars
when you are in my arms
and I in yours?
night light
we see the same moon
the light on my neighbour’s gate
stars prickling the velvet sky
stars above
the stars above do not split the skies
the ocean is one indivisible
tell me then about your fences
my guiding star
my guiding star may be low
below the horizon
may disappear
at the rising of the sun
may fall unnoticed
from my conscious mind
but always and forever
it is there that I shall run
in your eyes
in your eyes
I see stars
in the skies
Every day, every hour
stars fall
but those to watch
are the ones which rise again
