11 December 2013

“Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,

Take him and cut him out in little stars,”  

from Romeo and Juliet, Act III, Scene II (graciously brought to my attention by Every Day Poems)


I have already been taken and cut out in little stars,

but I’m still alive. I still shine.

Sometimes I twinkle as if to say, “See how I love you!”

but I can’t keep away the clouds, the wintry mix.

Look up. I am there. You just can’t see me.


  1. And you “make the face of heaven so fine.”

  2. I see you, Megan. And yes, you do shine.