A passing dream, each one finite

Dust in the wind, insignificant

Stars, reflections of light

From thousands of years ago.

 

Waves and beams streaming

Warmly welcomed with eyelashes fluttering open to greet them

The light flows through us; it's our lifeblood

 

Though the twinkling luminaries fill the ache in our hearts,

We don't know their names

 

And don't be mistaken-

The stars do have names.

Names given individually by God.

 

Similar to human souls

Our names that we wear proudly around our necks

To show that we matter

That we are more than blips on the infinite line of time

More than a star, a reflection of light.

 

Yet names go in cycles,

Circles of lives

Named after another to keep them alive

So the name is not your own.

 

Circles swirling

Like dust in the wind

A passing dream

 

Like one of the infinite stars in the sky

Whose pinprick of light gives joy to those who gaze upon it.

And thousands of years later,

A human on earth will look up at that star

One of many.

And only God will know its name.