
Last night I looked up at the sky and it seemed
So much brighter while the earth below dimmed
All the more.
It’s happening again, somebody has gone on
Somewhere deep inside my soul cries
As my mind takes me through the raindrops/
Sunshine of yesterday’s dreams, memories
Of what could have been only if………..
They say it’s all a part of living – dying that is
They say he/she’s in a better place – just beyond reach
I stretch my arms, I lift my voice, can you hear me?
If only I had……I should have……I could have…….
I didn’t know……….Maybe it’s that I never took
The time to find out….and so grief hangs heavy
Sadness blankets my world.
It’s happening again, somebody has gone on
Somewhere I got stuck, caught up in all
That history, all this living/dying, got me
Downright tired
And it’s happening again, somebody has gone on
That file of remembrances gets larger and larger
As the days, weeks, months, years go by
Signaling that my time could be soon – prayerfully
Not today
I’m dying inside trying to live.
If only I had paused just long enough
To celebrate the victories – if only we could see
Beyond the defeats. Teach us to number our days
To make every day count to make every moment
A celebration – just breathe.
Sometimes we need to ask
The hard questions, to look beyond the
Superficial pleasantries that don’t mean anything
Somewhere just beyond my reach where the
Skies are brighter, where all the heaviness is gone
There waits the brightest stars, there waits that
Place we call home that place of song and celebration,
That place where joy is endless where dreams are
Reality and time is extended and extended and
Extended more and more
But today,
It’s happening again, somebody has gone on ……..
Blanket my world sad.

4 Responses
Beyond The Starlit Sky.. for me your finest poem yet. I would write more but i cant stop crying.
Thanks Carol!! Sending hugs your way.
This poem really makes you think about your immortality.
“Beyond the Starlit Sky”. I just read it again. I think it’s one of your best. A good poem/story is supposed to elicit emotions in the reader. This one never fails.