riding the rails
turn of the century
wheels of remember
He keeps stars in his pockets and smiles through his days.
She walks in her sun, awaiting the night. It used be that nights
crawled on her, crushed her, spun her to the ground.
But now the star keeper rises with the moon, hangs his stars
one by one across the night sky, just for her.
Half a world away, she watches her beloved sun paint the sky
before disappearing, with colors so deep and lovely, she can
feel them until tomorrow. Then, closing her eyes, she thinks of
her star keeper and his pockets full of stars. He is remembering her,
losing her sun to the sea. A star appears in her lonely sky.
And another. and another. And soon her sky is full,
the starkeeper’s painting of night – peaceful, humble, gentle light.
Quietly, she sleeps under his canvas of stars, and he rests.
Stars don’t need words.