The stars weave their night magic,
Whispering to me in my dreams,
Showing me how living in the middle of crazy feels
I wake, mind blazing at the memories of
Crimes committed and
While it all seemed okay.
I am being shown,
My eyes opened to the ways horror happens.
The stars beam their light of compassion
For the me that existed in these dreams
A lesson in love
I will eventually bring
To the world.
Trusting deeply in goodness
And in my version of god
I see the beauty in this
I am being honed,
My heart and mind opened to the
Wild ways of those in pain.
The stars whisper softly,
Tell me stories of love
Loss and redemption.
I wake and know I am to tell them too,