A Star

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

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