The last star

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I woke up...
in the sky
there was the last star,
soft, gentle light
that ripened the rain
between the root
and the time,
smooth, bright light
that ripened my tear
between the roots
of memory and stone...
And when I asked
the glittering star
what is it doing
sleepless all night
at the end of the sky,
it told me slowly,
whispering
that it still foretells
the sowing
and love,
that feeds the memory
deeply,within the rain,
deeply,
within the grey sky...

© Ilana W. Haley 2016