There should be stars

And if those worlds apart might end
Could we softly step, beneath a burnished orb
Along an endless golden strand, and hold
Yet leave no mark or print, to show our passing
Nor be lost in sudden storm or restless tide?

And if those worlds apart might end
Could we gently speak, while gleaming crescents turn
Of all our paths that ever led to this, or that
Yet need no sound or sigh, to know our meaning
Nor be quelled by echo faint or angered surf?

And if those worlds apart might end
Could we one soul go, far sparks our shining way
Across a boundless silent sea, with hope
Yet cast no shadow dark, to stain our leaving
Nor tears again to mingle salt with those below?

Pwl ~ January 1986 ©