Between My Fingertips

It falls between my fingertips,
The very essence of my being.
Bright, white energy slipping past my fingers like sand,
Forming a tiny abundance at my feet.
Somewhere outside the earth’s barrier,
Yet deep within myself
I have found serenity
On the lowest level of my sub consciousness.
As I sit quietly in my room,
So pure and clean, as I need it to be.
I look outside at the orange moon
Hanging so elegantly in a desolate purple sky.
And as I follow a single shooting star dart across the heavens with my finger,
It begins to rain.
The tears of a fallen warrior,
Whose struggle is now over.
The grace and strength they possessed imbued in every droplet
Trickling lightly onto the palm of my hands
Revitalizing my spirit.
I smile so true,
As all my worries fade to nothing
And the answers I’ve been searching for
Appear before me as raindrops
Falling between my fingertips.