Ten thousand stars. Ten thousand half-lit stars, shifting
In the dark. Ten thousand lighthouses shine
On in the dead of night, and
Half of them or more are already gone.
Not ours, though. I see two specks,
Almost touching, and boy do they twinkle.
I bet they first met each other some million light years ago,
And light bent and waves burst and colors…
Well, I thought I saw them. It’s hard to keep track
Of everything up there. I know I saw
Them once though, buried deep in that brown. That
Planet-core, tree trunk, elemental brown.
If I could bottle that look in your eyes,
I’d never have to look up again.