When I left the house this morning
the sky was still painted ebony
and the stars glittered by the hundreds to the naked eye
like pinholes pierced through papier mâché
letting a light from elsewhere filter in.
I longed to hold the stars in my hands
and let them slip through my fingers like sand
maybe then my heart would slow down
realizing that we are all just particles of dust
at different stages of incarnation.
We will all burn too bright
we will all fade too fast
but regardless of these truths
someone, somewhere is looking at us the same way
and longs to hold us in their hands.