As I watched You carve each star
  out of the Inky night
My ageless child's eyes counted
  as they Fell
These flawless new souls,
  exquisite with their
  Uniqueness,
  their Newness
  ...their Divine Perfection

As years passed I kept
  a watchful eye,
  counting but not keeping track
  at all,
  stricken with awe
  time and time again.

Always through that same Child's Eye
  upwards I'd gaze
  as You would etch and carve each
  new star from that leaden canvas
  You, the ultimate Artist, the Creator
  were e'er trimming with such Delicacy
  and Intricacy
  No pattern to follow
  no Star ever duplicated

So now here I still do gaze
  and anxiously I wait, anticipating,
  awestricken still-
  for My special Star

Because throughout my life the only constant,
  what I have always known
  is that a spirit never dies
  You simply create and create
  the Supreme sculptor
  masterpiece after Divine masterpiece

So there needn't be any tears of sorrow
  when I 'die'
  If you are meant to believe, HE will
  tell you this Secret-
  Each tear shed for a loved-one lost
  is one more Falling Star
  He has brought back to Earth
  Anew,
  surrounded with
  joyful tears of it's own,
  Wrapped some in pink
  others in Blue...

'Six thousand and seventy two', I think,
'Six thousand and seventy two miles away...'
   for this is the thought that humbles me this day

Questions race through my mind
  like Topolina on a wheel
Desperately differentiating the things I 'think'
  from how I feel

We keep saying there are no coincidences,
  only time
But it's THIS thought alone that makes it all
  so unkind

For if he is my 'mirror', my heart soars to at long last
  know his name
Fulfilled, and then some, I should be to ease his pain
If only he's to know that from HIS words
  they do the same

For as day runs into night then again into day
  friendship is caught not here on Earth,
  nor amongst the stars,
  but somewhere in between

So Dear Lord, with only this one prayer to You,
  I beseech Thee...
If only through You, hold my 'mirror' close and whisper to him:
"Your Wondrous 'Mirror', she feels what you Mean."

WHAT IS A KISS?

   The private language between
      two hearts-
   A dance to the Stars
   An Ocean of sensations,
   A whisper-light Invitation

   The knowledge of a Belonging
   The joy of 'homecoming'
   The mystery of timeless
     Enchantment...

   A tantalizing glimpse into
     another's Soul
   A dangerously deep dive into
     Ecstasy
   
   The gentle flowering of emotion-
   A shared journey of discovery...
           the Promise of things to come.