=Constellations=

When I was young and blurry,
I'd look up at the sky.
At night, they told me, I would see
constellations if I tried.
So I tried and all I saw were but
pinpricks of light, or stars
as some might call them, grouped together
by imaginary lines, and arbitrarily
named with classical names,
or mythological themes.
They were just stars alright.

Then one night, in a dream or not,
I remember it clear as glass.
Staring out into the night,
my vision blurred and chased
horses, faces, velvet lies
danced across my eyes.
The constellations had come alive!

Standing at that corridor,
leaning out amazed,
how long I lingered asleep or dazed,
dazzled by that gift;
Constellations, I have glimpsed,
are children of our stars.