for #PoetryMonday, In the Darkness, by Mary Oliver

At night the stars
throw down
their postcards of light.

Who are they
that love me
so much?

Strangers
in the darkness--
imagine!

they have seen me
and they burn
as I too

have burned, but in
the mortal way, to which
I am totally loyal.

Still, I am grateful
and faithful
to this other romance

though we will not ever know
each others' names,
we will not ever

touch.