Friday Figment: LONGING LIGHTS
Deep into night when the wolves stop howling and the lambs can sleep, I like to wish on the stars that are farthest away.
Pinpricks as faded as last year's dreams.
Someday I will hold a star like that in my hands.
I will marvel at the way it illuminates my family around me.
My husband will glow as transparent as a dragonfly wing.
My three year old will shimmer like sunlight on a lake.
Maybe I will see the tea light flame of the heart fluttering in my womb.
And in that glimpse, before the star floats away like a seed on the wind, I won't have any worry.
Peace as firm and soft as fleece.
Because the depth of each night holds the warm lights of a trillion days we are just too far away to feel.
Photo: Jean-François Millet [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons