In a twinkling [#11 Robert French]

In a twinkling

         in memory of Bob French

Full moon over the canyon, bright star to its right. Is it Venus or Mars lighting up my sight? Something twinkles in the north. It moves through star-clouds floating east. And above darkness: stars and star-light.

Which one have you traveled to? From which do you send your blessings tonight?

Or did you return long ago... or never ascend, finding a new home for your soul?

When I look deep into my friend's eyes is it your twinkle looking back at me?

Whichever, be you starshine, the magic of moonshine, Venus or Mars... you have blessed me. Your light has caressed me through dark years and darker. Tonight, I pray that your light shines eternal knowing that the face I see in the moon could be yours, that the twinkling traversing the night watches over me, that the kindness you once showed me has never faded, nor has my memory of you.

When my friend next shares his sunshine ...I'll think of you.

© Kåre Enga

[168.206] #11 November 9, 2011

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Full moon over the canyon, bright star to its right. Is it Venus or Mars lighting up my sight? Something twinkles in the north. It moves through star-clouds floating east. And above darkness: stars and star-light.

Which one have you traveled to? From which do you send your blessings tonight?

Or did you return long ago... or never ascend, finding a new home for your soul?

When I look deep into my friend's eyes is it your twinkle looking back at me?

Whichever, be you starshine, the magic of moonshine, Venus or Mars... you have blessed me. Through years your light has caressed me through dark years and darker. Tonight, I pray that your light shines eternal, know that the face I see in the moon could be yours. That the twinkling traversing the night watches over me, that the kindness you once showed me has never faded, nor has my memory of you.

When my friend shares his sunshine ...I think of you.