and I wonder
I ponder its name
its place
its shape
I'd like to know how long it took
to create
A moment?
perhaps
Did it make a sound?
was silence the rule?
did He use His hands or just breathe?
While I'm lying here
looking into its brilliance
I ponder
I wonder
Who else can see
its beaming face
tonight?
What's sad is this:
If I lie here again
on another lovely night
my star could be gone
the clouds could be out
my face could be wet
I'm worried my star will disappear
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