Perhaps at night
When we sleep
We become the stars
And there is nothing
That we need to do
But shine
And that in itself
Takes no effort.
Nothing to do
Nothing to hold
Nothing to be
And yet
Your healing power
Becomes so intense
As you light the sky
For all of those
That are sleeping now.
I often thought
‘Where do we go?’
Each night
When we fall asleep.
Who holds us
What do we become
And what
On Earth
Brings us back again?
How do we do this
Each night
With relief
And no fear
As we slip
Into the great unknown?
How do we close our eyes
With such trust
When we know not where we are going?
Yet with our open eyes,
Without control
We feel so much angst and worry?
It is the night
That revives us
The darkness that reignites
The flame
That is all but
Shrouded by our
Daily doings, and needs, and desires.
What if while we sleep
We become the stars
The very flames of light
Always there
But obscured
By that which we are confused by.
What if we see now
That we are
The keepers of each other’s light
The mirror that ignites
The blaze.
