Stardust (Poetry)

I sometimes think I see you in the shapes of night —
the way the shadows form betwixt the dark and light
as though your atoms drift up there, caught in the beams
of stars — the sky a jewelled net for catching dreams.

You’re there tonight — half-glimpsed behind a cloud-strung veil
your spirit calling soft within the wind’s low wail
and no one hears but me, or feels your spirit swim
released from flesh and worldly cares — no failing limbs

to hold you back or anchor you to pain’s dull place
untethered, you’re now free to roam the depths of space
while here below, I’m waiting for a falling star
imagining that trail of dust tells where you are.