HOLY SKIES

I sit with you so many nights in the Islamic cemetery,
Outside of town where the silence is profound
And the night-sky richly dark; there's so little ambient
light, the stars tearing the fabric are sharper, more sparkly.

Had you not died, I doubt I would ever have seen this place
It occurs to me, I am not close to many Muslims...
Although I might've come here to see where they laid
the babe...another story...for another time.

It strikes me often when I visit you at dusk, or in deepest
night, how sacred I find this place where Allah's children
sleep - it has nothing to do with faith or beliefs...but
everything to do with feeling holy, and when I am here

That is how I feel, especially as I love the night sky
and she is at her radiant best here - bestowing shooting
stars, meteor showers, the Pleiades every summer;
even the Aurora deigns to dance just for me and you.