my heart is floating amid the stars and my tongue unties the Truth ” i am the stars “ no so much because i am the stars but rather because i never have been “i” nor have stars ever been “stars” under the light of the waxing crescent under the law of the silent night i open my doors and let Truth touch my Heart in this crescent i have written something i can read as a reminder for ever “don’t forget about The Gift, Benjamin… don’t forget about The Gift!”