So far above us, a firmament of shifting darkness, infinite and
shimmering with distant diamonds, stars formed from
rapture and red fire in a giant nebula.
Here in this stand of cold cedars, we are lovers embracing,
sharing heat and kisses as is our human right. This February night
is written on our hearts.
It is the stars that gaze, they strain down to hear the symphonies
we sing. We bring sweet music to their ancient silence.
Kansas pearl moon, bare black branches, brown owl, breathe evergreen
For love is all, though unseen: And when we touch, we have all we need.
~ Donna Lash Wolff