The stars are dark, I do not see them in my eyes …
although others do.
Three lights on a tree shows what is near.
Ribbons and bows on plain packages.
Wrought iron, strong and true,
It will last through many hot fires.
Heart, tender, waits to ring with pleasure,
A beckoning is felt within.
How does this tide turn?
Reaching for it, lack …
Or is there?
Mind turns inward, subtle movements.
Sharing must happen if healing is to be.
Space in life offered.
Two wheels, two brakes, who steers the way?
Driver to driver … unique.
Additional pathways are known to some,
Perhaps these are only a hint of truth.
“You have stars in your eyes”, she said
I look for them.
Something, someone …
Ferocity looks back at me.