There is an old belief that the stars shining in
the night sky are the spirits of those who have died.
They have shed their earthly bodies and
exchanged them for bodies made of light
thousands upon thousands of our dear
departed loved ones all promoted to glory in
the night sky.
There is another saying that the brightest
flame burns the shortest on earth.
You were the brightest STAR in my own universe.
While I burn on, my flame dimmed by grief and
despair at your passing, the stars are watching me.
The stars are too far away for me to touch, just as
you have gone somewhere I cannot follow until
my own star-time comes.
They cannot be held close for comfort, just as I
can no longer hold you close, though I held you
close to comfort you in your final hours.
We were together for such a short time, but the
stars will burn forever.
One day when my own star time comes, my
spirit will soar into the sky to burn with you.
On the inky cloth of space we will be reunited in
constellations of joy.
Until then my flame burns low and dim and cold
with out you.
Through my tears I look upwards to see if you
are watching me and what do I see
THERE IS A NEW STAR SHINNING IN THE SKY.