Under a blanket of stars
Far from the blaring cars
Something different makes a sound-
With hardly anything else around.
Listening to an old song
Everything feels so right,
Under a blanket of starlight.
Up so high,
Bringing warmth to the sky-
They burn and burn so bright,
They warm me to your light.
They don’t have stars where I’m from-
They built factories instead, so now there’s none.
So, thanks for bringing me here-
It’s dark and cold but the only thing I fear
Is losing your hand.
You tell me stories and they’re all grand-
Great and sprawling like this farmland-
But the only thing I want to hear
Is how the night ends- the skies are clear.
Telling the story of the cosmic herding boy and his weaving maid-
Apart, but needing each other so much, they prayed-
Wishing they could have more than a night;
So, once a year, before the daylight-
Every magpie and every crow
Come together to make a bridge, so the lovers can know:
A simple sweet embrace-
A gently tickling caress to the other’s face-
A never-forgotten kiss-
And a finally-granted wish.
I figure from how we fit that we are a similar constellation-
You must be some heavenly creation,
And so am I-
So, we shall join together, back in that clear, clear sky.