I saw the stars swim out of the inky darkness of the night
into the silver slip-stream of a comet’s trail;
they swam, they glittered and they gleamed.
I was mistaken.
It was a vision seen as through a shattered glass;
a vestige of a broken dream.
It was not as it seemed –
tears trembling; eyelash-blurred,
from eyes bruised by the blackness of a nightmare
had fallen soothed and smoothed
into the spangled fragments of the reassuring light.