The Stars Of Sorrow

Along the edge of the twilight
where the crimson fingers of sunset meet
the quiet hush of the ebb of the day
I softly walk hesitant steps
and view above me the sky
where the points of lights
that come forth in the ever darkening heavens

speak of the sadness
of those around me
who I have collected
in this web of friendship.

They are the stars of sorrow
that sing with the strength
of a patience stone, they are
the stars of sorrow that weep
with the rain of ruin, they are
the stars of sorrow, and for tonight
I will carry them close to my heart

where perhaps the little warmth
that I may offer can be a point
of solace for those who walk

beneath the cold lighted moon of loss.