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.