counting

as you count
the stars
in the sky of another year
does the firmament
hold less
or more light
than recollections, pictures of
eyes-closed bliss
the stillness of
dreams
and faces
their lips (their voices)

as you count
the misplaced days
perhaps discovered
in the journal of another youth
reflected
from white space
or snowflakes, or sand
where eternity resides
where does the truth (the chapter)
begin
where do the numbers
end

©7th December 2010 Hey Hey