JUST A HINT
twinkling light in the darkest dark.
Great reminder when things are stark,
creator’s mark, creator’s mark.
Against the velvet black I see
a trailing star, now racing free.
Flashing celestial mystery,
made just for me, made just for me.
I raise my hand to catch its beam
to brush my fingers with a dream.
Just a hint, or the smallest gleam
of divine stream, of divine stream.
Skies, silhouetted by the moon,
endless stars across heaven strewn.
A falling star, this month of June,
burnt out too soon, burnt out too soon..
.written by Dee Edgett
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