Walking On the Stars

WALKING ON THE STARS Waves break white Far out behind the tide line. The summer wind, moves the light night clouds As the stars slide down to touch the trawler lights. And the sky A dark blue tent all around Is pegged to the sea. Whisper wind Moves through dry sand grass Soft on bare skin Like fine cotton sheets. All around the sky, the sea And the sand a mirror lake, reflects the stars Shining phosphorous in the dark. Our footprints deep on the sky We are walking on the stars. Jenny Magrath Fraser Island 1988