Handful of stars
Falling between my fingers,
Catching a saucer of moons.
Dreaming of bicycles With red and white ribbons,
Wheels spinning in elliptical
Stars strung in the sky.
A paper bag spins
In a last winter wind,
Rising to the motioning stars.
I love you on your bareness,
As Sunday night falls to shadow. We fear death
In the passing of moments.
We collect our thoughts
On fraying strings,
Alight our hopes, bash our fears to the dying of the light.
Sweet as rain, all falls down.
Wake to shiny symbols
Etched in Sanskrit.
Loose our meaning In
The blindness Of the sun.
A billion birds lift to the sky
As snow falls in a lazy dream.
I close my eyes,
Open them, reaching upward
To catch a Handful of stars,
Burning eons in my palms,
I open, release them
To the sheltering sky