by Portia Burton
I feel as if being plucked away
From myself by the enveloping night,
To float like a feather or a petal
On the stream of the moonlight.
I never knew when all my sorrow,
And my anguish totally dropped away
Along with my resignedly unwinding shadow,
As I surged up towards the Milky Way.
But, has somebody deliberately kept
The door of horizon a little ajar?….
Oh, as soon as I cross that threshold,
will I become a twinkling star?
©Portia Burton 2012