The Silent Stars

   away from the anger surrounding her,
      the shovel,
   the rake not yelling,
         just dwelling
         in the spider webs,
All the sounds fill her little
         delicate head,
   but as she stares into
         the star,
   she joins the perfect light above
and she can leave
         her sorrows
      behind in the rickety tool shed
   where she was
         in the dark
      just a few thoughts before.

Through the 3rd Eye was supported in its inception by the Grand Rapids Humanities Council and is currently made possible by continued volunteer effort and private support. Copyright 2013.