Stars
are to reach for,
beautiful freckles of hope,
speckles on velvet,
to steer ships,
to comfort those trapped in the darkness of their making,
to lead the wayward when the compass falters,
to remind us that the day is almost breaking,
dawn is just out – taking time to warm the other side of the world.
Stars are for wishes.
Stars are
tiny lights of hope,
fireflies in the night,
golden specks to gaze at,
tin tacks on a dark cloth,
studs glittering,
sequins on a first party dress.
Stars are
our brightest and best,
shards of hope to keep us going,
marking the place,
marking the seasons, giving us purpose
because somewhere out there
there are other star gazers
gazing back.
Pie Corbett