The stars of peace warm me,
the light blue fire that burns above us.
So my heart expands to see your love
like the sky that burns before our eyes.
I keep touching your hands,
laughing at our past, seeing the pictures,
remembering the sunsets and darkness.
I can only say how I love you, like
a dream your touch carries me.
There are some days when the skies
and the earth become grey, it is the time
when the ants can't find their queen,
and the axe can't cut into it's wood, because
the victory was so long ago.
In a child's heart the wooden stairs were
steps to dreams, perfections, holiness,
and so I wish that in this moonlight
I'll look in the stars and find you there.
So I repeat and remember the praises of the
night, the sweet solace of crowns
that unite the sky,
the embers of sweet memories.
This is my 8th poem. May it be a blessing