Let Me Count the Ways- For Sharon

How many? how many lives; how many have fallen beneath your magical spell? If it may be so, let each star be named You. For your beauty transpires our words into all shine and sheen cast out from the darkness and starkness of infinite space – (as they were intended to be seen) as if even the light shining forth from between the pervading clouds of life’s perpetual storm – (day to day to day, and on) recognizes your poetic touch, as deliverance; stopping, halting, driving the wedge of night out of our very hearts, as if just being here, seeing them (seeing you) really seeing the stars (through your eyes we see – you are clear, you are amplified like dew on leaves – with us being as leaves) opens up our every pour; pouring forth what may never have been seen without your dewy light’s reflection, refracting – how else can the green of leaves be certain, that they are also made of stars, if not first being shown the point of green? Yes, if it be so, let the stars be named Yours. Let each one bare their own weight (light is weightless - don’t you see?) before it’s too late, and all the leaves (our leaves – our hearts) start to twist into autumn - a lazy haphazard dance to nowhere – dry and cracked to the desperate open mouth of ground; left to writhe amongst the yellowing mulch, like ornately colored lead paperweights waiting for the cold of winter to still our beating hearts – You are like stars. A multiplicity of the exponential magnifying each one who sees; (recognizing our own in you) light touching light through the heart of our own. You are our spectacle, Miss. Weimer – our looking glass into the night sky, reminding our hearts how to shine. And for this I say, Thankee-Sai – Thankee Big big (a kindred thank you – you see, I see) for Being, and for touching us with the ends (and beginnings) of your lit up fingertips, shattering our stormy skies into multitudes of separate stars. How many ways do we love you? Too many ways to count – There are so many stars. ***I'm sure this poem is going to end up being redundant, as many will write about our lovely, Sharon Weimer, but I felt I must, simply because - and that's all the excuse I needed. She's been a good friend, in more ways than I can count :) We love you, Shar - keep shining, and never forget what you're made of. For another of our beloved poets, Miss. Christie's P.S Member Dedication Contest. :)