“Do you remember still the falling stars
that like swift horses through the heavens raced
and suddenly leaped across the hurdles
of our wishes–do you recall?”
Oh! There you are!
Flowing with the night
Under the same star
Burning in our sight
An August harvest moon
Hangs heavy in a gown of coal
As cicadas hum and croon
Their music enfolds me as I stroll
Are you watching the sky?
The universe is a grand show
If I tip forward would I fly?
Fingertips reach, catching the flow
You see what I see
Perhaps you dream the same dream
Of all the lives that we could be
Ah, but things are not as they seem
So, in darkness I lay on still warm earth
Soft grass beneath open palm
A being of infinite worth
I breath, and I am calm.
(Quote: Rainer Maria Rilke)