Among the Broken Ones

19. Bliss

At the rooftop
we gazed
at the night sky
you said that
maybe stars are
flowers that pollinate
into dreams.

So I asked, looking at the sky
what kind of flowers are the stars?

Jasmine, you quickly answered
when it's a clear night like this.
Lilies, when it's raining
like the world, water-healed.
And orchids, on stormy nights
the wind regaling their ways.

I agreed, laughing
perhaps stars do turn into dreams
like strangers into loved ones.
For you once said
when we dream 
we find bliss
and we let go of meanings
and make our own then.

Holding your hand
I nodded and said,
'Yes, how beautiful
a garden
the night sky is.'