Jars of Stars
That night, you brought down
so many stars for me
that I needed golashes
and my blue umbrella.
Now, these tiny specks of light
stored in your Mason jar
are better than
a thousand fireflies or
even the moon,
because you’ve shown me
that within these stars
are the many galaxies
we can escape to,
just you and me.
But time is the key factor
that seems to keep us apart,
and it seems, no matter how many
jars of stars I have from you ,
none of them will return us
to that night of holding hands
and wading through dreams
and mists of possibility.
Revision of an old poem

