The stars tell me
I will know love
They talk to me at night
Through my bedroom window
They speak of astral strings
that make all things
And billions of souls
Heave a wistful sigh
for me
I am sanctioned as such
Left with a lotus I cannot touch
In that space between follies
I breathe
in
and
out
Waiting heart
An oldie that I've always had a fondness for. . . .