prairie dreams

stars

twinkling in the dark

even through the moonless

midnights

i think of her

the raspberry tea

with the wild mint

the sugar cookies

baked extra sweet

she took me out

on a warm summer night

lying in the bushy grass

she pointed at the stars

and said

when the time comes

i'll fly there

now i look up

scouring the constellations

searching

for the fairytales she wove

for her garlic stained apron

for her sparkling eyes

but I don't see ghosts

dancing amongst the stars

only wisps of clouds

and a tangerine moon

but i keep searching