Light of the Stars

 

 

the air is still

you can hear nothing but the light of the stars

sifting down through the midnight blue sky

so really

you can’t hear anything at all

birds sing and call out to each other

as the sun reaches to meet the eastern horizon

the night’s cold air slinks away

as warmth once agin touches my face

shadows are long in the basin

brush is still in the absence of breeze

flecks of schist etched in the granite slab i’m perched upon

bounce the sunlight in every direction