She came to me

Art credit F. A. Kaulbach, The Fairy of the Moon, 1891

She came to me
with the gentlest caress,
through my window last evening,
amidst my distress.

I sensed,
more than felt her light,
so I ceased seeking rest
and opened my eyes.

“Why” said she,
“does sleep elude you?
Night seeks
to renew.”

“I miss,” I sighed.
“I grieve.
I pine.
I lose belief.”

“Write your story.
She’s writing hers.
You’ll appear shortly
in each other’s.”

“But I’m scared
I won’t know!
I despair …
I want hope.”

“The night sky
is inky black,
yet poets write of starlight …
think of that.”

“But, I feel
so blind here.
Maybe
I won’t find her!”

“Let go
of your doubt.
Know
things are always working out.
I’ve seen her …
this very night.
She asked me
to bring you love and light.”

“I don’t show it
but I burn.
You can’t know
how I yearn.”

She said, “Know
that there are some …
you let them go
to let them come.
I bring
a reminding …
there’s no loss,
only finding.
You’re a poet,
you know these things.
Hold to that,
and glow to sleep.”

Come morning,
I woke up thinking
I had certainly
been dreaming.

Then I saw her
at the west horizon,
when her lover
to the east was rising.

And on my window ledge,
I saw,
she’d left
a solitary star.

She’d pulled it right
from the towering sky,
so I can have light
in my doubting times.

I keep it with me …
my Heart Star.
See it shining
from where you are?

One evening,
I’ll share it with you …
the gift I was given
by Lady Moon.

Lee DeNoya - Taos 2021