rise swiftly
rise gently
pay no attention to the names
we add onto your beauty
even after all these years
we are fascinated with your movements
your ebb and flow
your progression across the sky
we call you blue
blood-red
swollen, full, harvest,
strawberry
new
you are always new to us
as we rediscover our fascination with the stars above our heads
again and again
are we blind to your plight?
your silent trek above our heads
we forget just what an effect you have on us
until one day
we look up
and there you are
still
a constant among the heavens
the stories you could tell
I would love to listen
Sincerely, Lori 