Stars

The laughter of children,
the suddenness of Spring,
fond memory in an old man’s eye,
a well-worn wedding ring.

The dancing of the Northern Lights,
the wind upon the sea,
comfort of an oft’ read book,
a cup of Ceylon tea.

The lights upon a Christmas tree,
the scent of new-mown hay,
remembrance of an absent friend,
the moon-path on the bay.
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These stars I’ve used to mark my way
home, through soul-dark night:
these memories that ensure I shall
always walk in light.