The Stars

Is it a memory that pushes

  the future away

 

As wishes embody our souls

 

Is it a promise that opens

  and closes our hearts

 

All hope to then console

 

Is it a longing that reigns

  over friendship now lost

 

Of times once sorely blest

 

Is it the searching for love

  and the choice to believe

 

The stars at our behest

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2019)

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