Starwash

Starwash

 

They drift past my window,

Wisps and whispers,

Singing sad songs,

On moonless nights.

Beautiful and ethereal,

Only half here,

And somewhat there,

They bid me dance with them,

And learn unremembered secrets

Under the starwash.

We listen for the melody

Brought on earthy breezes,

Played on the trees.

No step is undue,

No partner unwanted.

No small creatures flee before us,

And my spirit is cleansed,

Under the starwash.

They sing soft and slow,

That I may understand,

And share in a loneliness

For lost brothers,

I did not know I had.

But awakened from my bones:

A longing and an ache

Present in my waking self,

And only partly made well now,

Under the starwash.

They beseech my belief,

Though I am willing enough,

Still they ask that I dance again,

When the moon once more hides,

And the clouds part for us,

That we may find each other,

And remember our kinship,

And the trust we used to hold,

And share in our dreams across the divide

Unfairly wrought by dark designs,

And they are made whole again,

Under the starwash.

 

Cliff Lake 2/21/2025

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