Star Song

Long day ends at last, long last.

Work begins to fade like the setting sun

so I walk with weary feet

to my escape vehicle.

I drive, radio whispering softly in my ears

until I reach the spot -

the spot where I drop my stress and burdens at the foot of

the stars --

the place where I accept their comfort.

They blink and dance atop my tension and misgivings

letting me know that all is well in the heavens.

All is well where they abide,

waiting in peace, sending their calm toward the earth

at light speed.

On this back road, no city lights invade

to quench their song.

The heavens sing aloud, and their pulsing

sounds to me like

an orchestra warming up for the big concert.

A bit loud and raucous,

notes colliding with notes,

first dissonant, then resolving into more.

Tones clash and come together in

mutual, beautiful harmony.

The concert begins.

I breathe in this music,

the music of the universe

and I am at

peace Long day ends at last, long last.

Work begins to fade like the setting sun

so I walk with weary feet

to my escape vehicle.

I drive, radio whispering softly in my ears

until I reach the spot -

the spot where I drop my stress and burdens at the foot of

the stars --

the place where I accept their comfort.

They blink and dance atop my tension and misgivings

letting me know that all is well in the heavens.

All is well where they abide,

waiting in peace, sending their calm toward the earth

at light speed.

On this back road, no city lights invade

to quench their song.

The heavens sing aloud, and their pulsing

sounds to me like

an orchestra warming up for the big concert.

A bit loud and raucous,

notes colliding with notes,

first dissonant, then resolving into more.

Tones clash and come together in

mutual, beautiful harmony.

The concert begins.

I breathe in this music,

the music of the universe

and I am at

peace