Rising Star
Unknown to us
the leafless trees and beyond
facing battles,
one eyed bird
sharing stories far into the night
with a shrewdness,
find it hard to look in the mirror,
our own demons
poverty, hunger, wound-
everything here is bleary and frosted
we own very little, we possess nothing
our regrets,
a lot of dark clouds in eyes
and salt water in tears
not quite get us down-
until you and me
get an answer in the rising star
to know each other inside.
The discerning reader will find this to be both reflective and poignant.
Thanks Louis for your reflective words.