She was hoping the clouds would clear,
was waiting for darkness to arrive.
Waiting for the stars to begin
their silent, distant dance.
Ready to begin her own alone dance,
to the silent music playing in her head;
with no one in the universe watching,
except, perhaps, her guardian angels.
Under this glittering galaxy,
a ballet beneath the stars.
Grace and gratitude.
Close enough to feel.
© 2017 Richard Havenga
1. Art Prize ~ 2013 -Grand Rapids, Michigan
2. Orion ~ from Catalina, Arizona