The Star Catcher Poem by Jim Yerman

I met her on a beach one night...
or was it by a moonlit stream?
You see, I'm not sure if she was real...
or someone in a dream.

She was holding a net that reached to the heavens
and was surrounded by glowing jars.
I timidly asked, "What are you doing? "
She said, "I'm catching stars."

Before I had a chance to speak again...
to register my doubt,
she said, "I catch the stars when they are flickering
and before their light burns out...

I fill them up with stardust,
for as I'm sure, you know,
stardust is the magic
that allows the stars to glow."

"Would you like some help? " I asked,
as she was pulling in a star.
She smiled, a tender smile, and said,
"Sure, go grab a jar."

I'll never forget that girl
or that twinkle in her eye...
or that night we spent together
catching stars out of the sky

Was she real or was she in a dream?
Tell me...who's to say?
You see, it doesn't matter to me...
Because I'm happy..either way?