For my beloved Georgie on this, our Golden Wedding Anniversary
Alerted by its silvery beam, I crept outside at dead of night … and there it was.
“Do you know how long it took to build?” whispered a mysterious voice
I shook my head
“Fifty years,” was the certain reply,
“… from the first dazzling spec – a sign of burgeoning devotion –
“The fun, tenderness and feistiness,
“Then daughters, a granddaughter –
“The joy of it all!”
‘And those tiny shadows?’ I asked hesitantly.
The voice paused for a moment
“… shards of loss or misfortune
“sad, perhaps …. but never sad enough to mask the Star’s native brilliance.”
I could see that heavenly bodies nearby had taken on aspects of its radiance.
But this maverick miracle somehow seemed familiar, as if I was living beneath its teaming brightness for eternity
‘And is there sharing involved?’, I wondered
“Of course: the girl you met one warm spring morning and took to your heart right from the off …
“you see, the star is as much her gift to you as yours to her…
“a spontaneous exchange hinged on a single concept: love”