I lie awake on summer’s greening grass
soon to be soft with evening’s dew
I lie expectantly, silently,
waiting for a presence to breathe upon me.
With the first sigh of the evening star
my heart responds to a distant touch,
a wisp of recognition, a waft of joy.
Life-giving breath of the galaxies
sails through the heavens
into my grasping, yearning spirit,
uniting me in the morrow of my soul.
Star-breath washes over me
filling the soul of a new creation,
awakening my soul’s withered bones,
lifting them into lightness and dance.
I open my small, isolated self to the stars
and am once again healed of my disparity,
the falsehood of a separate identity.
Infusing star-breath fills my soul
with eternal oneness.
My being absorbs the star’s sighing,
and I enter into the easy sleep
of endless communion.