Heart at home again

My heart is at home
With three little stars
And one big moon
I miss them so much
I long to go home
To hear their news they tell me in all seriousness
To play catching with them as they slip from my fingers
And as I yearn to reach out to catch them
I am only too aware
I cannot ever hold them
They are too precious to be held
To be known
Like the shaft of sunlight that sifts through our hair
The shimmer of water that slips through our fingers
The lilt of sweet air that passes by us and through us
They sustain us
We cannot ever hold them
Only love them
With an ache that foretells
The day we may have to let go
Without ever having held them