by June 6, 2015 0 comments

On clear nights stars seem close,
Almost skimming my hair,
Gentle breezes lifting each strand
Of the evening, touching my mind,
These strange suns . . . so far away –
Like those whose words touched my soul
Though they too were distanced
By ocean, land and culture.
But once in contact,
These stars of the universe
Never really vanish,
Even when clouds
Obscure my view.

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