i look into your eyes
and see the stars
burning quietly
in a midnight sky
and i am humbled.

what hope have i
to rein a winged foal
dancing on a distant cloud
chasing the maiden moon
as she scatters her delicate veils
of luminous dust
on the sleeping earth below?

what hope have i
disfigured and alone
who cannot speak
and dare not feel?
you will not hear the silent voice
that clamors in a trembling heart
you will not see the man imprisoned
by the shackles of his soul
you will not know
me.

i leave you now
lift your voice to the wind
run free
brave spirit
we never meet again
but i have looked into your eyes
and glimpsed the stars.


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Copyright ©1999 by Laurence Overmire. All rights reserved.
Originally appeared in Lynx Eye.
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