Sitting up late, with Orion and Sirius,
I talk to the stars and they glisten.
I wonder if you are somewhere out there
staring upwards and wondering.
They whisper no answers and tell us no truths.
But perhaps we learn to listen all the more.
The silent suns of a million years
beat down on my face in the cool breeze of night.

I try to count the myriad of jewels
which sparkle and shine in my vision.
But the innumerable watchers of the night
stare down at both of us and wonder why
we are so far apart tonight.

Watching stars without you, I feel
like I am with you, the stars
let me know it will be alright.
Because your eyes shine like these
stars and that is comforting enough.
To let me know, you'll think of me tonight.

01/13/2004

Author's Note: Thanks for the topic Trish.

Posted on 01/13/2004
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