For Leigh, on her birthday, with love in my heart,
I dedicate this poem to you, starlight.
Some days I think
in a deep dark gloom,
and I ask myself this question:
Does love truly transform?
Is love a bright light in this
dark and vicious world?
I wonder in silence.
Then you are here.
You show yourself to me,
and once again I fall deeply in love with you.
In wonder and amazement
I love you as a father should,
other times,
as a friend trusted and true,
sometimes as a lover, a woman.
When you shine,
your starlight,
such beauty in a dark day;
a bright sun,
transforms my heavy heart;
shining on in the darkness,
your beauty - a star –
moves my heart to love.
When I see you bright as the sun,
I wonder at your beauty
and your bravery.
We are all dust.
Our bones, our flesh
made from the dust of distant dead stars.
This place, cruel and hard, is not our home;
We are only visitors here,
each lost and alone.
We hunger for our home;
Is it as close as the heart,
as distant as the stars?
I look into your eyes
and my heart is lighter,
that place of light
just a little closer.