Magic in the Night Sky

(As Published in Silhouettes of Stardust)

There is a magic in the night sky

between midnight and dawn.

The hours when dreams are made.

Real enough to touch.

I remember the boy who kissed me

long after the moon’s light faded.

The magic of starlight passing through his lips

and the familiar pull

of a string wrapping around my heart,

his fingers in my hair.

Pinprick stars across a sea of deep blue

watch and wonder

as all but a few sleep away the hours

when dreams are made.