A STAR AT THE HEART OF THINGS
She wasn't sure just how she knew,
Only that she knew,
That if you traveled inward
Past overlapping layers of soft blue
Unfolded now beneath the morning's touch,
That right there in the center
Would lie a purple star
With rays reposing softly
On unfurled blue.
And in the center of her star
She'd find the burst of light,
Spreading outward whitely
Into yellow turning now to pink.
She didn't have to see it,
She just knew that it was there,
Knew that in the hidden heart of things,
Stars tended to be found
By those who had the eyes to see,
Though they didn't have to look.
By Jo Anzalone 1-19-2007
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