As I stroll through fields
of stars, the galaxies
are quiet.
Not even the solar winds
blow through my hair.
For without love,
what need of sound
does space have?
I am lonely, and so I have come
to commune with the night sky.
We are both quiet.
And in this silence,
a gentle understanding
emerges.
“I have come to share
what little love I have
with you.”
The stars shine brightly.
I shine brightly.
Night turns to day. |