Stars

Stars,

take a glimpse at my eyes

calling.

 

Do they sound like home?

 

Or are they in need of rescue,

an escape plan

falling out of place

into an enough-to-breathe

lifetime’s supply of light?

 

Stars,

let’s hope for something true

in the midst of all this damn dark,

turn the misery of being into my beauty,

 

Light up my Orion

so I can see.

 

September 8, 2014