Shining Bright

 

This deep valley full of far away sound and pine smell

runs long down the heart line. Scars that long ago were

fresh. The pain resides under the surface  shallow and

 bitter like a old lemon friend.

 

The sky is full of forgotten stars. The space between them short

in sight but gigantic in reality. Separates the weak from the strong-

and the short lived from the long.

 

And I wonder about those stars, so high above me.