Birth of a Star

I am not a star; 
my teeth are crooked, my hair is grey, 
I have a weak chin. 
I am neither polished nor fine. 

Yet I have been known 
to dance in the rain, 
in the early morning before sunrise. 

Sheltered by darkness, under the cedars
I have spread wide my arms, 
spun gently round, swaying to music
made by the wind.
I have danced with bare feet on wet grass, 
mud oozing between my toes,
arched my spine, thrown back my head 
savoured cool rain drops on my tongue. 

I have heard the song of my soul
carried on the laughter 
that has risen from my belly.

I have danced for Spirit in the rain, 
jumped and leapt a vigorous jig,
waltzed with the cedars and my own heart,
bowed to the rising sun 
and the applause of chickadees. 

I have come to know beauty; 
as the rain has soaked into my hair.
Despite rivulets trailing down my back,
I have glowed like enduring embers.

I have shone so bright that I have 
touched the edge of darkness,
and bravely entered there,
igniting places never seen
warming spaces never loved.

I am a star 
My teeth are crooked, my hair is grey, 
I have a weak chin.
I am polished and fine.

Reviews

[Mauricio Montoya]

like how this piece comes togther for it comes from within.
Excellent write.

[Jesse N. Wall]

Masterful work.