Twinkles of Stars

We turn around

and find  pinholes,

water streams of light,

from stars

who swallowed

and took our lives.


With sounds of snorts

and whiskered,

bully throats.


Whose heart

am I searching,

in this season of

hello goodbyes?


We look

upon them long

into night,

such twinkles,

of stars

that stole our loves –

their sweet

tender smiles.


Give back our dreamers.


Lend to us more – for years

into years.


2012 Barry Comer


About Barry Comer

I volunteer as a design and communications consultant with Family Scholar House in Louisville, Kentucky, the Democratic Socialists of America and teach children with emotional and developmental disabilities. I have degrees in art and was an art director for 30 years.
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