A Blanket of Stardust
“Stardust is falling!” I heard my son cry,
his small precious face looking up at the sky.
“Stardust?” I echoed, and thought how my son
had such a vivid imagination.
“Yes, Mommy. Look!” he said, taking my hand.
He led me outside; the sky I then scanned.
I felt an enchantment, for what did I see?
Myriads of stars shone down brightly at me.
And the harder I stared, the more that it seemed
the heaven above was like something we dreamed.
The sky was a forest, and each star - a tree -
was blazing in splendor against ebony.
A celestial wildfire spread there overhead.
“See, Mommy, see?” my dear child then said.
No dust falling down from those stars did I see,
but his eyes now looked downward ecstatically.
When I followed his gaze, my shock was so sweet.
A blanket of stardust I found at our feet!
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