I keep seeing the stars

I close my eyes to see stars yet they are like my tears upon the midnight skies. 

I see your transitions and how further and further I am from you. Yet I am free and wandering. You still look for me. I don't understand why.

The mind hears the confusion in my heart and feels the destruction following and though I hurt I send you searching for your ways. 

Then I step away. Walking in this beautiful red dress, finding my place on the corner staring up at the art decorating the buildings. 

I look away. I see all the changes you make and even invite you to search for more. Surprisingly the tears I echo sitting here, are those of joy and peace.

Knowing I did my job well.

Standing in my dress I am waving in the wind. Yet I feel the ache you have. I say nothing. You search and search.

At the end of the street, on the edge of town I stand. My back to you and I know. Flashes of my life before me. I am ready. And you?

I am walking. Felt the hand on my shoulder. I didn't look. I didn't even turn. I hope. I waited. 

Then there you stood before me. And I couldn't understand anymore.

I pushed. I tossed. And here I stand with tears of joy. Confusion.

Then I awake. 

Today is refreshing. I still know my duty. I still help where I can. This is all I know. And yet I know more.

And still I keep seeing the stars.