Good morning stars--

again our orbits cross

and I see your worlds

high above my life,

my eyes touching you

millions of miles away

where we meet each dawn,

your burning worlds swirling,

though some are embers now

burnt out light years ago,

a state I cannot know

since news travels slowly

across the universe,

and yet, your fire

in my eyes pulls me

towards your glow,

and makes me

wonder am I with you

high above my life?

Are you burning in my mind,

the universe inside of me,

here where I spin through darkness

never certain

where my existence begins and ends?

And then you disappear

as sunlight turns the dark sky blue

and my eyes look out my window

at this place where I’ve made my home

and I see the trees and greenness

that surrounds me

then say these words

that come to me

from someplace far away.