We turn around
and find pinholes,
water streams of light,
from stars
who swallowed
and took our lives.
With sounds of snorts
and whiskered,
bully throats.
Whose heart
am I searching,
in this season of
hello goodbyes?
We look
upon them long
into night,
such twinkles,
of stars
that stole our loves -
their sweet
tender smiles.
Give back our dreamers.
Lend to us more - for years
into years.
2012 Barry Comer