I can’t see very many stars at night here
They are all blurred out by the clouds with a pinkish blue hue
Like a healing bruise,
But it never does heal.
The sea sucks up any remnant of starlight and tosses it between waves.
Sometimes, when I am walking across the frozen beach,
The starlight washes up between my feet
And most times I can’t see that it is there- because they daylight seems so much more important.
But sometimes it shines like a shell long forgotten on a beach of lovers
And I pick the starlight up,
and hold it close.