The Spirits of Stars

I secretly spy behind the edge of an echo
observing little children jump and laugh
climbing upon sparks of excitement
discovering endless colors in new friends
so promptly—so daringly—so innocently
while playacting on a playground stage
and I muse—what ever became of us?
when did we wrench away life’s chords
of harmony, safety, peace, and comfort
into a dissonance of fear and divisiveness
forgetting the multitudes of bright stars
children falling from heavenly nebulas
as kinder lights of matchless perfections
that learned divine love and sympathy
within spiritual realms of smiling eternity
in families of everyone and everything
but in mortal seconds of our fleeting dirt
we gently strip away memories of heaven
as we teach these pure divine treasures
our manmade instincts of transient survival
and we learn nothing from their journey
while their raptures of angelic merriment
fades into our ghostly tears of adulthood
and every purchase we’ve come to regret