On a night
with heavy rain, all the stars fell,
Washed down from
the heights above my reach,
Their points
of light gathered in clusters
Around tall
trees, rooftops, and rooms,
Like flocks
of birds roosting in spring branches
Or fireflies
at the wood’s edge on a summer night.
I saw some
flicker and blink; some stayed steady;
Some danced
like animated piano keys.
All of them
played their own notes upon strings.
And if one
faded out, others burned brighter
Like voices
in an evening of music and song
Or an
orchestra’s violins in a symphony.
These elfin
suns blazed out of the dark;
Their constellations
cast shadows upon ceilings,
While candle
flames fired up in every window,
Like
miniature bonfires set to deflect dark clouds,
And in the warm,
wet air, each light-fingered bead
Became a near-sighted
blur in the rain.
©cmheuer,
2015
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