Keeper Of The Stars

Is she really there?
The Keeper of The Stars
Does she watch over me?
Care if I am happy?
In love, or in misery?

Does she see my cry?
Tears falling like torrential rain,
and reach down with the tip of a whispery wing
gently caressing my cheek
until its dry again.

Does she hear the roaring thunder
as it rips through my heart?
or see the bolts of lightning
as they rip me apart?
Has she known heartbreak
as love walked out the door?
Or is she just here to comfort
when I can absorb hurt no more?

Has she too felt this pain?

I believe she has loved.
I believe she's known loss.
I believe she knows when we are happy
there's always a cost.
I believe she is there,
wafting through the stars
dancing in a black velvet sky
whispering encouragement,
helping heal my scars.

Yes, I believe she's there,
somewhere, far up above
whispering encouragement, hope
and a promise of one true love.
A love that will accept me,
as I am, as I have to be.
I feel the feathery whisper of her wing
as she dances above me, promising
tomorrow, yes tomorrow,
I can start over again.

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