Stars in the breeze

Another dizain with more swallows, for dverse

When I reach up my hand I touch the sky,

Catch sparks of fire in the dark of night,

As sharp as when the fork-tailed swallows cry

In sleekly feathered meteoric flight,

And gather in my hand the stars’ brief light.

I raise my eyes, watch constellations turn,

And all the lights of heaven slowly burn,

While fox pads silently beneath the trees.

I wonder if he ever feels the stern

Gaze of the night or hears stars in the breeze?