Counting Stars

I lay here, counting stars,
wondering how long it took
to stitch each perfect gem
upon the sky;
how long to weave
the midnight velvet cloth
on which they rest,
and form the pristine pearl
we call the moon.

How long have the
Auroras danced,
like lovers dressed
in magic hues,
across the darkened sky
to music played by aching hearts,
their songs entrenched
in endless mem’ries tossed
into the wind.

The night sky sings
a soothing lullaby
and wraps me 
in its soft embrace
and I —

I lay here
counting stars, 
and sigh.



april 2005
©Janet Reid


Poem of the month June 2005 at 
Pop's Poetry Farm 

Included in the inaugeral issue of 
Magestic Oaks