Never Gone, Reassurance

Mardelle Fortier


The stars disappear in blinding light of day.

Still they shine.


Stars seem invisible.

They never really go away.


Moon flees from the harsh sun of noon.

Somewhere, the moon is alive.

Where does the moon hide?

We will see it soon.


Shadow and mist blow to a far land.

Clouds travel far but they return.

Shades of the elm tree shelter us again

like a strange, benevolent hand.


We are never totally abandoned.

We are always watched by someone.

We are always under something.


We are never fully parted

from those we love.