Out in the night,
when the juniper trees are but shadows,
and the birds have gone quiet,
I turn off my headlamp
and look up at the blackness.

Slowly, shimmering flecks appear,
a cluster here, a river there,
until a blizzard of stars
dances across the sky
lighting up my whole being.

Only in the pure dark.

With You.

Photo by Miriam Espacio

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