that can remind us
what illuminates truth-in-the-making:
the extinguishing of fathomed friends, once stars
and the nascence of new ones, cascading infants
suckling our hearts in re-cognition
we are in one life time
both the dying star and one left
to be born; a burning up
of saturnian records,
leaving his harsh words
at the gate of birth--
simply letting them fly..
in the eyes of burning stars:
relaxing into neptune dreams--
as the light of dusk,
and the light of dawn
burn ever so softly:
the gentlest of hands
reaching out to touch
each soul who trusts
the emergence of day
disappearing into night--
still, always--the radiant light
Kate Lamberg
9/27/11
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