I held tiny stars in my hand
turned them over in awe,
and reverence
believed somehow I'd shine too
if I carried them close.
I dreamed of freefalling,
without a net. Without grace-
in time and space,
all that makes the heavens.
There, an outline of a hand
to catch me when I landed.
I closed my eyes and made a wish
once again I was a child.
Gathered flowers in the pines,
scattered dust in summoned wind;
knew the sacredness
of nothing.
With all my heart,
I believed.












David 








Shit I loved this don't touch it!!! 





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