Creator | Count the stars of heaven

I hope…

keep yourself from feeling

resentment at my leaving you

here, my dearest.

It is joyous to depart,

do not let sadness taint

the inevitable start

to a “new” day.

Do not hold it against Him,

let comfort cover you

and soften the impact

you feel after free-fall.

It will save you, bruised not broken.

I am nothing but

a haunted house

occupied by a Ghost

that keeps all others out.

I fear it not, for it dispels all fears

– the hate and the fight –

it lets in the light through darkened shutters,

breaks down inhabitable disguise.

I stare into your face

no mask, of self – a trace,

an empty broken shell

awaiting to be whole

and filled with life anew.

No cold, hard, barren ground,

broken fossils incomplete

no slowly sinking mound

weathered turf, carved concrete,

chiselled words standing proud.

Within one heart rests humanity, whole –

my only other hope is you are there

once you too, are grown and old.

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An infinite dome of sky was expanded above us

an ocean of firmament of which the dwellers among

houses and mountains can have but little conception.

The troops of glittering stars,

the dark, the shrouding night,

the unaccustomed voices of my companions,

deepened the awe that oppressed me, and,

as I stood between them, I became as earnest

and occupied as themselves.

I forgot everything but the incomprehensible grandeur

of the universe revealed to me,

and the majestic sweep of planets

across the field of the telescope.

What a freshness of awe and delight came over me!

What floods of thought came,

wave upon wave, across my mind!

And how insignificant I felt

before this wilderness of worlds!

Hesba Stretton – The Ghosts in the Clock Room in Charles Dickens’ tale ‘The Haunted House’.