Dear Beings That Live in the Starlight,
Hello! I see you now, as you dance around
in reflections on this page
as the sun hits the clear-plastic-kaleidoscope
of my pen while I’m writing this note to you,
standing in one of your portals of light.
I’m here. You’re here.
How’s the weather, friends?
Let’s shoot the breeze…
Feels like you’ve always been there for me…
I felt your presence as a little girl.
The warmth of the sun on my arms as I ran
through the grass, rode Rocky Point rides,
and my bike to the five-and-dime.
I used to stare out my bedroom window
through pink petals of dogwood trees
and soak in the rays. They told me
I wasn’t supposed to, that staring
into the sun is a good way to go
blind, but I loved the
geometric shapes imprinted
in rainbow colors on the darkness
of my mind’s eye, where I
perceived you as something more
than they claimed you to be.
Not the god with the white robe
and long beard I knew from church.
Not the science on TV and in the classroom
that explained away your rainbows so easily
without the charm of your magic I knew so intimately.
You were there when
the other schoolchildren
laughed at me, pointed fingers and gossiped,
called me names, feared me for being strange,
when my reputation for witchcraft preceded me,
when I built my first altar in the hayloft,
when I fell asleep
in the thicket
and all the faeries emerged from
the periwinkle, dancing
around over my sleeping crown,
blessing me with their faery-dust;
infused in the music that carried me,
books that fed mind and heart,
the friends that shared lifetimes with me
in the infinitesimal moments of our youths,
in sunrises over the lake and green mountains,
laced with effervescent colors melding into
mushroom-clouds with the beat of our hearts.
I see that spark that shines just right
in my lover’s eyes, that something
that shimmers the same wavelength
you glow in my children’s souls;
There is something going on here.
Something more than meets the eye.
And I don’t always understand what you’re saying,
but I’ve felt you there with me, so much of the time,
and I know you have felt this way, too.
I know you are listening,
and I want to tell you: I love you.
I have always loved you.
I have been chasing your beauty and kindness
and joy-love all along.
Thank you for dropping me this line.
I so often despair, knowing all too well there are
much darker tunes out there,
but I trust in your guidance. You have ever lead me
away from temptation and every evil.
You are the heart of my quest.
My best friend, my forever.
You are everything!
In the fields, in the woods,
in the streams and abandoned buildings.
You are everywhere!
In my bones, in the earth,
in the stars, all the stars.
(Yes, I miss you when I forget myself
and get lost in the shadows.
Please forgive me for never thinking
to call you to me by name…)
Until next time,