In my walk this morning as the stars twinkled out, I thought of Aaron and wrote this poem in memory of him.

When our stars twinkle out
(in memory of Aaron)
by Dan Windisch
7/30/15

When our stars
twinkle out
in the mornings,
(our mournings),
hard light.

Know…
they are still there.
Never gone.
Simply Waiting,
to be seen again,
in the next
clear,
quiet,
still,
even-ing’s,
night.

Gleaming! Glittering! Bright!

And how can you find your twinkled out stars,
among all those billions of stars?

Find them near.

Their bright star,

shines,

next to yours.