A Pillow I Would Share

When it comes to love, the highest form of love is not possessive at all says the Russian poet Yevgeny Yevtushenko.  Unlike other things we can possess, the poet looks at his love lying with her head upon the pillow and sees a glimpse of heaven, a shooting star 

( another name for a falling star or meteorite). Real love gives more than it takes. 

No, I'll not take the half... No, I'll not take the half, Give me the whole sky! The far-flung earth! Seas and rivers and mountain avalanches-- All these are mine! I'll accept no less! No, life, you cannot woo me with a part. Let it be all or nothing! I can shoulder that! I don't want happiness by halves, Nor is half of sorrow what I want. Yet there's a pillow I would share, Where gently pressed against a cheek, Like a helpless star, a falling star, A ring glimmers on a finger of your hand. -- Yevgeny Yevtushenko

   How can one  finger of a hand possess so much power over the poet?  One needs only to look at the hand of violinist Julia Fischer as she plays the beautiful Mendelsohn Violin Concerto in E Minor (Movement 1).  Just as she shares her beautiful playing with all listeners, love too must share itself with many others. A star shines its light on everyone in the world. A beautiful flower shares its loveliness with gardeners, birds, bees, the infirm and the romantics. 

    Love is gentle.  It flows like music deep into your body and glimmers like a star.  Listen to Bob Dylan's song Shooting Star.  It is very romantic.