Armfuls of Stars

I want to gather armfuls
of stars,
for you.
A thousand winking lights
may not even be enough.
Illumination,
is your salvation.
You have been shrouded,
a cloak of invisibility,
but I
pierced the fog.
You are
not what people think,
incomprehensible, ingenious,

you are the light
in all of us.

Flame,
beloved warmth,
it is time for you
to start burning.