Saying Yes to the Stars

Can you count the stars?

That was my task,

on the nght that my world began.

It was no burden,

Nor some handsome quest.

Not even a job,

deserving of a just reward.

It was a joy,

and my celebration,

of everything that had come,

and everything that was to pass.

They burn so beautifully in the sky,

that tears welled,

without cause or purpose,

and fell like angels,

visiting the earth,

to bless the very ground.

Too many to be counted,

Too many to even see,

Each one like a world,

that holds too much to be described.

And that magnitude,

which drove me to hide before,

now bathed me in love,

and asked me to burn,

just as bright as them.

My world begun that night,

when love was found,

in the darkness,

and lonely sounds,

of a sweet and blessed night.

No perfect lover opened my eyes,

No beloved teacher nodding gently,

No single person allowing,

No more saying no.

Yes was the word that night.

When I opened my eyes,

and saw the stars.

Each one like my own sun,

and all I could hear,

their chorused voice's ring,

saying the right thing.

Yes.

Tonight, I sit and count the stars,

feeling each of their love.

As dawn turns to day,

and day to week,

and week to endless time.

It may be the day that proves,

what I have done with my life.

But it will be the night,

that reminds me why,

I have lived it.