ground hard beneathe my back
staring up at all those stars
twinkle, twinkle, instead i ask
i wonder where you are
chasing constellations
after looking through that glass
wandering directions
light years in the dance
basking in the soft light
moon sighing as they glow
mesmerized in mid flight
like watching you, you know
caught again reading between the signs
figures, numbers, tales of the times
i sit here and wonder at the sights i have seen
if only you were here to share them with me
