As I lay against the mosaic patio on a cool August night,
Sleep evades me; I am bewitched at the beautiful sight.
My eyes steal a lover’s glance at the luminous moon,
But it’s the star studded sky in all its galore that makes me forlorn.
His memories come rushing back to me,
I wonder if what everyone says is indeed true.
Do our loved ones become part of the galaxy when they depart;
Do they represent one of those scintillating stars?
A lone shiny twinkle stands out amongst them all;
I wonder whether it is talking to me,
Trying to tell me things that I yearn to hear.
Wanting to know if I am Ok!
Mesmerized by the glow of that single radiant star,
Its playful sparkle brings a smile to my face.
Abstractly, I reach out to my heart’s desire,
Hoping it would soothe the fathomless pain – maybe help it erase.
Folks here say; the departed are up there looking out for us.
I wonder then, if one of those stars could fall; come back to my incomplete nest.
If only my wish would come true;
If only he would be here, dancing with me in the August rain.
If only I could have my Star back,
I would be Complete Again.