Funny how conversations inspire things.

[cielamara]

I know how a star must feel.
They say
stars burn hotter than the suns of a thousand days
hotter and brighter till
colors melt into liquid light
more fluid than water
till laughter folds like wings into tears
and is simply feeling.
If they burn
it is surely the way frosted grass will burn
beneath bare feet on a December night
the way snow will slice past a glove's edge
and linger on the wrist long after it's melted.
They say
there's nothing solid
that they are lighter than air
lighter than the breeze that lifts dogwood petals
and cherry blossoms
and sends them like a memory of snow
across the path.
But surely
to be a million miles from everything
must be colder than
a memory of a blizzard
or holiday alone
and heavier
than the stone sinking down
the ripples already fading.