The stars touch my soul, as the moon lights these hills

The stars touch my soul, as the moon lights these hills
Around me so deeply, as my heart feels filled.
Small stars move me deeply, as memories wind
To form their old patterns on tree’s ragged lines.
Old pacts and connections surrounded with fear
As we circle our dancing, first far and then near
— To touch Hesitation, brush lightly the wall
That separates Closeness, in each knowing all
Our fears and our loving; we carefully speak
Of feelings we dare not grasp hard, for they’ll break
–Break into the pieces that scatter the skies
And shine shyly down as stars to my eyes.
I’m sorry for words said I don’t always own,
Words spoken before their true meanings are known.
Words full of freedom and feelings so deep
They mask my own fears and bring dreams to my sleep.
In symbols that show me the course and the choice
With guidance brought forth in my soul’s deepest voice.
Your energy near me, we sleep, talk and play,
In nighttime adventures we leave for the day
Though I yearn to give you some safety and light
I’ve seen I cannot, in this evening’s moonlight.
I long so for closeness; for safety I cry
In excitement I drown you when you slowly draw nigh;
In you I see something I so want to know
As deep forces move us within. Still to grow
–A goal full of sharing and caring, as deep
As these hills know their moon in their green seashore sleep.
So may you know safety, a gift from your being
And fill your life up with the truth from seeing
Your grace and your good and your heart’s clearest gift
For by loving yourself you will then heal the rift
That splinters your heart with confusion and lies
That hold all our worth and your love in disguise.
These hills here that nestle me speak late in the night
With ear-soft tree-whispers, in moon’s coldest light
Of days that have passed, of beings that played here,
Of trusts formed and broken: of my feeling near
To the heart of my hearts and my voice deep inside
That draws me in moonlight to hills so alive.
So I walk their paths, soft with needle and loam,
rejoicing and aching; heartfull, yet alone.