As the stir grew on to a deep might call,
I was soon to learn the ache of a fall.
The crush of a thousand starlight’s night
Had arrived while I slept dreaming of fate’s plight.
Silence gripped the will of all lost and fallen days.
Soul prints leap out to trace each line in harm’s way;
Tender reach ran throughout myself without touch.
My Heartbeat felt hit and stilled once too much.
Something long hidden fell away from thorns clutch.
All seemed alone in some memory stone
Kept, long ago far and away from a home.
Not from my garden, this no one could own.
Voice-“Reach, hold a star. Keep it near, duly sown,
Into the linings of All; my true dreams alone.”
Stay close to me now, through day or the night
When I rise, stir to wake; all now seems bright
By the grace of one thousand, or more if I am right,
Lighted stars sown into the inside of my sight.
©2012 Linda Willows