Star Mist

By Grant Michael Lamphere

Sometimes the starlight mist

of tapestry interlaced with

silver glow is nothing more

than tinsel hung upon the arms

of passing stars that glimmer

as they go.

Sometimes the wind-blown bands

of emerald light that grace

the northern sky are nothing more

than sun-filled clouds left to linger

in the night.

But on occasion when I see

the diamonds of the arctic night,

I like to think God granted me

a peek through heaven’s parted veil

to a glimpse of worlds to be.