Is This the Way
 
I wonder if stars cry,
and if they cry light, 
does it shower down on us?
 
The searchlight of my heart
swings across the dark sky
looking for specks of hope.
 
Time to time I switch off
that intensity of searching--
brilliance obliterates the stars.
 
Uncertainty, also relief, in darkness.
I revert to senses and celestial navigation,
still needing some fixed point of reassurance.
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© Vonda Witley  2020