Summerstar.

They shine high and bright
(when they can be seen,
and they are mysterious.

My best nights under the stars
first had to do with friends.

The campfires during schoolvacations
and later with university friends.

I remember being in love
and walking through the dark night
full of expectancy.
The stars were the only witnesses
of carefull kisses (and nothing else..LOL!).

Later the stars
became a symbol for friends far away.
My stars were their days.

Now the stars are a part
of my spiritual life.
They make me aware of the peace in me,
and of the relativity
of my own excistence.

A star might be big and huge
but I can see them only
as tiny light dots
in a dark sky.