voice o stars

they whisper to me. in my sleep and as i write this to you, they're murmuring.

lovely voices they have, these whispers. like a song of harp and fiddle. urgent although calm.

you may be wondering "what do they whisper of" as you read this. to answer you my love

is everything, but nothing, if its not you. they repeat your name, dusk to dawn.

na pak as i eat. na pak as i sleep. na pak as i bathe in the light of the moon,

speaking back to the stars. can you hear me? do they voice on your behalf? i cant see

you, and it pains me. the sun is blinding, burning, blistering, blocking.

when will you return dear?