No. 49

His eyes search the silent black sky

Then fall to his feet

Where all the stars have gathered to speak

He wrestles with their language until a kind of Morse code is agreed upon

In the struggle to understand

In the minutes to reach that moment

The magic is lost

A meteor interrupts the scene

the stars murmuring return to their nails

And once again the night is veiled

And once again the night is veiled

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