Photo: (c) Stu Jenks, Growler Mountains
I love the darkness;
It is the only canvas that will do
for light.
Tonight the lights are stars,
so many stars
all choosing to cluster right here,
above my mountain.
I have heard stars sing.
Once.
Many three times.
It takes a special kind of night
and a special kind of stillness –
the kind within.
The kind my mind is not inclined to.
But I’ve succeeded when I haven’t tried.
When it happens it makes you wonder:
Why haven’t I been listening?
I can shed a tear for the lovely things
I have missed the opportunity to love.
So, so many stars.
© 2013/Jamie K. Reaser
From "Snow Days: Reflections by Candlelight" (a work in progress)
Many thanks to Stu Jenks, wonderful photographer and friend, for
use of the image. http://www.fezziwigpressonline.com/
Ooooo - lovely. Yes! It does take a special kind of listening/awareness.... There are so many stars singing to us than we could have ever imagined! It's been a while since I listened... Thanks for the reminder in your beautiful poem... _/\_
ReplyDeleteThank you...wishing you a night full of song...
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