I'm sitting under
This night sky again.
But this time I'm alone.
I look at these stars
And I see their stories
Being shone,
Being told.
For some reason,
Some thing's are just too
Superior to hold.
They seem to be
Extraordinary.
Why can't I be too?
I'm sitting under
This sky again,
Wondering,
"Where are you?"
June 24, 2010
