When we reach for the stars
       it’s because that’s where
we wish to return –
       we were born there
that was our first home
       and we’ve travelled so far
through vast glacial expanses
       of deep darkness
just to be here
       just to be now

We are stars made flesh
       and on our faces feel
the cold flakes of snow
       driven in on harsh
Siberian winds –
       and so we hunger
for warmth and the touch
       of another’s hand
ever eager to embrace
       a melting heart

John Lyons