Lying on my back gazing up at the night sky. Tracing the stars with one finger. Playing connect the dots, forming constellations. A flaming streak shoots across the sky. A meter shower in mid August. The moon is new. The night is black. Sequin silver pin holes, flicker, flashing, twinkle, dazzle. Bright beacons reaching out to all who gaze up at the night sky, such as I . With each streaking star, and each shimmer. A dream is sparked igniting hope filled hearts.
Jamie Whorton ©