I snuck out to gaze
at the one-star sky
through clouds parted
by your departure,
and I hear the
Red-Eye train whistle blowing
and the sun has hours to rise.
Tomorrow, I will sleep in.

I snuck out to gaze
at the one-star sky
because fog lifted
only slightly,
but still I knew
somewhere in me that my
Somewhere Out There dreams
were also yours.

I snuck out to gaze
at the one-star sky,
and I know you saw it, too.

03/16/2002

Posted on 03/16/2002
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