Starlight Heart

 It’s in a heart of darkness that love can be found.

The measure of a man is in deeds, of truthful utterances and a willingness to explore that darkness. That chasm of regret and despair shown only to few and known by even less. I’ve always been attracted to moonlight, it’s the truest light there is. Sun shows all but dark reveals even more. The way shadows play in fire lights of summer rains and winter nights.

It’s in these moments when I’m scared and alone, I see my breath vanish in puffs just as soon as they’re made. In a way, we are like that. Here for now gone moments later. But like all the best things in life, we don’t see. It’s in fact, the stars on a dark night that show the truth of life. Of existence born from fury and pain.

Just as whispers of breath sneak into the air, it becomes part of the wind, just as we are a part of the planet. That wind carries life, of pollen and particles of which seeds are born. That which is unseen becomes something far greater than us all.

When I feel scared and alone and I see the stars and heavens above I wonder . . . are you seeing the same? Do you feel what I feel? Does your chest rise and heave with mine as you sleep? We’re on the same plane, the same existence the same dimensional gateway. Forever together and sometimes, quite apart.

I have to remember that when I cannot see you. When I cannot feel you. When I cannot hear you. That my breath becomes the wind which finds its way to you. Like love itself, it cannot be seen. It cannot be stopped. The fragments that bind us all are invisible. Indescribable. Indestructible.

The dark is where warmth is felt. And it’s where I was born. It’s where I hope that daylight will come.

It’s in this heart of darkness that you are my sun.