As The Stars Glisten Downward Upon
Us,
We Sit, Whispering,
As If We'd Wake The Sun If We Spoke
Too Loudly
Your Hand In Mine,
We Point Out What Each Star Group
Looks Like.
A Bull,
A Bird,
A Girl, Smiling And Waving Down On
Us.
They're Beautiful,
These Star Gazing Nights.
Just You, Me, And Our Midnight
Canvas.
