how close is too close
how do the stars know
where they should stand
in the sky
while we scurry around
down here
lost from the day we are born
and trying to find
our way home
when following the heart
means worse
than having to hurt
but having to be
the bringer of pains
we've wanted only
to fade to nothing
at all
what is the secret of stars
whisper them to my heart
so I can know
how to be the bringer
of light
with concern for neither
celestial nor earthly
geography
when I keep getting
it wrong
trying to understand
where surrender to love
is in orbitation
and where it defies
the natural laws
of what gravity gives
no pardons for those
who break
and the only constant
is the desire to love
and to turn the longings
of the heart
from wants
to illuminations
and to take each day
as it comes
living inside the heart
with no other place
to be at all
but the place
that offers love
to the sacred of the
starry distant light
to quench the bringer
of rains that grant
renewal
when you are the star I see
at the centre of this universe
where I am lost
but also the thunder
that awakens the dormant
too long
and revives
the dancing toward dying
and draws it back to reaching
for the sky
and for every stem that rises
from the earth
and up from the
slumbering soil
there are aspirations to touch
that sun
and drink the rain each day
when neither can be done
and yet each plant and tree
do not withhold
the fruit that grows with
what does come
whisper the secret of flowers
to my heart
let me live somewhere between
the born from earth
and the knowing of stars
for these are languages of love
I wish I could speak
to you
when all I wish to bear
is love
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