In the heavens, we see only distance
Not the fates of lovers or of nations
Not allowing ourselves to be taken
Close to any saving grace this season.
Only watching each bright star to notice
Where it falls into a final darkness
Far beyond the edge of everything else
We could never touch and hardly can see.
Stars do not perform their dances for us
Or to give us signs and portents telling
What to seek or how we should behave now.
They are there and we are here and only
Distance connects us with light each threading
Out from there to here and everywhere else.
Over there is as significant as
Over here. No place can overshadow
Any other place the light still touches.