Stardust

The depth of night is the distance between two stars. A trillion explosions exploding a trillion times, and the night is still so dark. The light, barely visible anymore, is blinding in beauty's remembrance. Reaching out to touch the wonder, I ache to BE touched, but it's all such an ancient dream, gone before consummation. My hands return to me empty and I feel the chill. Yet, something extant, I see falling all around me. Silent, like a meteor shower, it comes, raining down. Within the mystery of stillness, I am wrapped by the hope of descending stardust. I am touched after all.