The
stars shine
come night
and light the way to tomorrow.
And tomorrow,
it shines
like the bright morning star
that we can't yet see
as we fall asleep.
The stars hold fast
fixed in the sky,
painting pictures in the darkening heavens.
Each in its season
returns and returns
And is always the same.
Continues
eternal.
The future sparkles
like moonlit sand
on a long beach to the horizon.
Like the stars
that smile
secret, conniving, planning a surprise.
But the sparkle
is all we see.
I see my path
in the sky before me
ending in a concealing fog.
It forks
and twists
and slowly, slowly it is revealed.
But for now
it just glows.
The stars
sparkle
with unmatched grace.
And the future,
mystery,
with hopeful promise.
And the future,
It shines.
-A. Schardl
1999