So many of them,
how they all glow so brightly in their own space,
even when I don't actively look for them.
Are they the souls of people,
constantly with us,
waiting for the darkness to bring them alive?
Or can I believe what I know they are:
intense, fiery, lights of something close to eternity?
Last night they seemed to be my thoughts,
one after the other twinkling into consciousness:
your kind words,
the times I met you
and we talked.
Thank you Maxine.
Your stars will continue
- each one a bright beacon.