maybe starlight

maybe

long after

the dust of my bones

has become the faintest of bygones,

when the whispers

that were me here

in this dark-prone world

are fleeting remnants

of cobwebs long gone,

maybe all the

other-centered

heartfull intention

that drove all my

compassioned actions

in this life,

maybe they

will all become

a starlight memory.

a diamond glimmer of spark

twinkling pure and bright,

and maybe

a millennia from now

on a pitch dark night

the someone somewhere

who sees it then,

maybe

their broken heart

is healed just a little bit

by the light.