Star Light, Star Bright
Under stars in late October cold
you asked, if stars are sun,
why is ours much bigger than the rest.
I said, because they're far away.
As far away as Grammy's house, you asked.
Farther still, I said, much farther.
Where is Grammy now, you asked.
Her body's in the ground, I said,
but maybe what she really was is up there somewhere shining down
like starlight you and I can feel
all around us on a night like this.
You stood in silence for awhile
gazing up, one thoughtful hand
resting lightly on my shoulder,
one stretched out and turned palm up
as if to catch the starlight.
Then you said, almost singing
what a pretty feeling
to be a little star,
white, and beautiful.
I could feel the whole heart of you
lifting dreams beyond the reach
of earthbound limitations and I
love you more than you will know
until I'm starlight and you understand
how each of us needs little stars
to lift our dreams beyond ourselves
and I was hers, and you were mine.
- W.D. Ehrhart
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