My Best Friend's Nephew Is A Star Tonight Poem by elysabeth faslund

Three times round he walked
And three, sat.
Once for all, once forever,
He laid down
Body and soul
For comfort, family, and
Rest.

Resting to begin again,
One foot on Earth,
One to keep step
With Lights
Dancing
Just out of reach.

Reaching, catching the
Tail of a comet,
His foot left the Earth,
Left mattress, needles,
Paths he wandered,
Paths never walked.

Lifted up, hurtled outward,
Passing the night
Of tears, replacing them
With twinkling
Laughter of a star.