The Place Where I Hang

In my dreams
I hang

From the moon
Whose face smiles
Down at me

And
In my hand
I hold a bucket
Full of stars

Stars are much heavier
Then they look
When you are staring up at them
From your bedroom window

I hold them
With both hands
And peek into the bucket

The stars make my face light up
Not quite in the same way
Your smile does
But almost

Hopes and dreams and wishes
Are stars
And they swim around
In the bucket I hold
Like so many colorful fish

I want to scoop them all up
I want to stuff my pillow with them
I want to wear them as jewelry
But mostly I want to use them to spell your name
In the night sky

From the place
Where I hang.