They lie on their backs, shoulder to shoulder,
staring up at the stars. Wondering, is she the one?
Is he? But the most important thing is this moment;
the cool of the grass, the warmth of each other.
The universe hears their question. Attention and
patience will bring the reply. Until then,
with hopeful smiles on their faces,
they wish on each falling star.
Standing now, hand in hand. The Milky Way
stretching across the sky, looks brighter
than ever. Are we really made of stars?
These two people feel that to be true.
The night sky fills them with reverence,
wonderment, and love. They turn toward
each other. And the stars in each other’s
eyes give them the answer they seek.
That was lovely. “The night sky fills them with reverence, wonderment, and love.” I love that line.
Thanks very much, Terry. 🙂 ❤
Made me think of the book the fault in our stars. Really lovely poem.
Thanks, Tosha. I was thinking about “City of Stars” from the “LaLa Land” soundtrack. But “The Fault In Our Stars” could very well have been lurking in my subconscious as I was writing.