I started this poem almost four years ago... And added a bit more to it tonight.:
I looked up high tonight and stared
The stars seemed almost alive
They shimmered, shone, and winked
Hanging and waiting for me to arrive.
"Do you never look up?" to me she said
(Want to shoot out the street lights)
"I guess I stopped" went the line in my head
(Need to find a place without the glow!)
Awe and joy - they fill my soul
But then that was as far as I could go.
There just are never the right words to express on paper how I feel about constellations. When you are some place that has low light pollution... They literally pop out of the sky! You feel like you should be able to carry them in the palm of your hand!!! Or put them in your pocket. If you can find a place to lay down, and you are patient, then you can almost always see a shooting star!
I would love to be a more frequent Star Gazer!
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