The Beacon Beckons

So rarely, you see a star

Twinkling in your direction.

“Morse code?” you wonder.

Your heart leaps high.

The star blinks on and off,

Clearing its throat,

As your mind turns cartwheels,

Neurons flying.

You hear the star’s well-timed voice,

Anchoring you in place,

Lighting you from within, 

Flooding you with Peace.

In that moment,

You grow ten feet tall,

Head above the clouds.

Closing your eyes and clicking your heels,

You find your way home

Watching you move

With such gentleness & grace

A composition of dreams

Reminds me of early spring walks

The surprise of green shoots

Delicately peeking from the ground 

Half a cookie, never enough

However, I am 

(Enough, that is)