Cloak of Stars

They cover my fingers and my palms

Sometimes all over

From foot to scalp

Hovering close, above the skin

Like a cloak with a luminescent gleam

Yet they never touch

Anywhere at all

They shimmer and shine

Like tiny stars

Rise in a crescendo

When I touch my heart

They seem to know a lot of me

Almost feel, like a part of me

That comes alive

When I am at peace

And in a zone, truly serene

But just as someone

Knocks on the door

They rush to reach my finger tips

Dropping off, one by one

To hide into an, invisible pool