Inspired by a conversation about stars:
On A Smiling Night
I sing,
and the stars answer.
My spirit rises to meet them.
Those points of light
that have traveled beyond worlds
I can only imagine.
Candlelight,
secret fires’ dying flames,
carried through the universe.
They twinkle
as cosmic breezes
blow over their torches.
Stars, perished,
from dead worlds.
I contemplate their messages
as I gaze into the night sky,
and watch these former
grandfathers of the galaxies
smile their last smile.
© Copyright, Linda Imbler, 2020.
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