Though she reached out to pluck a few stars
To see if Sami had 
Gone to live on one of them without her,
Yet, they jumped out of her reach,
Glowing as mysteriously as ever.

A vague longing for she didn’t know what,
Filled her empty moonlit hours,
Which even the smell of jasmine
Was unable to assuage.

Unaware her tears turned to translucent
Glistening pearls flowing vaguely down 
Her marbled cheeks, she asked
The silently smug moon impossible questions.

But only a bird, perhaps a curlew answered her
From faraway.

She couldn’t help giving a faint smile
At the shooting star, 
Which disappeared all too quickly.

If she’d been looking the other way,
She’d have missed this brief missive from Sami
Who’d blazed a trail up to the cosmos all too soon.

She’d have pooled, and locked them
Into her secret box of treasures
If only beams from his star could be separated
And held onto.