The Daily Post prompt is: understanding.
A cleave poem, because I haven’t written one in a while.
Night sky is black/ shot with light
A sheet pierced with holes/ a million stars
And a light that shines behind/ showing the way
From another world, I long to go/ to a better place than this
Though the weight in between/ so dark and full of pain
Stirs the air thick with mists/ I can barely see
Wings white and strong will bear me/ across the feather-light sky
And a story guide my way/ to where the spirit is free.