Dear Beings That Live in the Starlight

Dear Beings That Live in the Starlight,

Hello! I see you now, as you dance around

in reflections on this page

as the sun hits the clear-plastic-kaleidoscope

of my pen while I'm writing this note to you,

standing in one of your portals of light.

I'm here. You're here.

How's the weather, friends?

Let's shoot the breeze...

Feels like you've always been there for me...

I felt your presence as a little girl.

The warmth of the sun on my arms as I ran

through the grass, rode Rocky Point rides,

and my bike to the five-and-dime.

I used to stare out my bedroom window

through pink petals of dogwood trees

and soak in the rays. They told me

I wasn't supposed to,

that staring into the sun

is a good way to go blind, but I

loved the geometric shapes imprinted

in rainbow colors on the darkness

of my mind's eye,

where I perceived you

as something more

than they claimed you to be.

Not the god with the white robe

and long beard I knew from church.

Not the science in the classroom and on TV

that explained away your rainbows so easily

without the charm of your magic I knew so intimately.

You were there when

the other schoolchildren

laughed at me,

pointed fingers and gossiped,

called me names,

feared me for being strange;

when my reputation for witchcraft preceded me,

when I built my first altar in the hayloft,

when I fell asleep

in the thicket

and all the faeries emerged from the periwinkle,

dancing around over my sleeping crown,

blessing me with their faery-dust;

infused in the music that carried me,

books that fed mind and heart,

the friends that shared lifetimes with me

in the infinitesimal moments of our youths,

in sunrises over the lake and green mountains,

laced with effervescent colors

melding into mushroom-clouds

with the beat of our hearts.

I see that spark that shines just right

in my lover's eyes, that something

that shimmers the same wavelength

you glow in my children's souls.

There is something going on here.

Something more than meets the eye.

And I don't always understand what you're saying,

but I've felt you there with me, so much of the time,

and I know you have felt this way, too.

I know you are listening,

and I want to tell you: I love you.

I have always loved you.

I have been chasing your beauty and kindness

and joy-love all along.

Thank you for dropping me this line.

I so often despair, knowing all too well there are

much darker tunes out there,

but I trust in your guidance. You have ever lead me

away from temptation and every evil.

You are the heart of my quest.

My best friend, my forever.

You are everything!

In the fields, in the woods,

in the streams and abandoned buildings.

You are everywhere!

In my bones, in the earth,

in the stars, all the stars.

(Yes, I miss you when I forget myself

and get lost in the shadows.

Please forgive me for never thinking

to call you to me by name...)

Until next time,

♥♥♥

[May 22, 2016]