Hemlocked Heart

There was a call late Sunday night,
A conference to hide the stars from my site.


For fear of me glimpsing a way to know,
Just why the stars, they call me home.


The clouds came in to coat the sky,
They roamed in packs, those wolves on high.


The stars still shown through gaps and whisps,
So the light still met my tear stained lips.


The mist, she came to blur each beam,
Clear and bright became shrouded gleam.


She wrapped and loosened my upward gaze,
Yet, yet I saw the stars shine ablaze.


Then fire came, to call me down,
It licked by feet and shook my crown,


And for a moment I was the day,
No night, no sky, just fire’s way.


But when the flame had runs its course,
I smiled down on the scorched earth,


And once again my gaze returned,
To the twinkling stars, freedom earned.