Stars

Scattered like glass,
Across a velvet sky,
Float through the night,
Broken and falling,
Sleepily crawling,
Going towards the light.

Spread out like sand,
Along black beaches,
Fly through the air,
Speed ever more quickly,
Though some are pale, sickly,
They fall through the night’s tears.

Shining as diamonds,
Hidden in dark rock,
Fade from my sight,
Out comes the sun,
Day has begun,
The stars do not try to fight.

Picture-perfect dawn,
On the canvas of clouds,
Reach out if you dare,
Look up at the sunrise,
Watch as the bird flies,
Softly, without a care.

Copyright 2008 by Rebecca Norman