back from Dallas,
the sky was cloudy,
I was looking forward toseeing the vast night sky
spilling out in front of me,
but I never saw it.
I stood outside ona chilly spring night,
sniffing the sick
wet air, looking up,
waiting for the clouds
A think pall of cloudsslowly trolled over the
land. Starlight was lacking.
Those jeweled holes in thenight sky are lost to me.
I don’t remember the last time
I saw them, or at least more than
City living blocks the lightof time. The past, shining bright,
is missed. Much like my own.
Pequeñas Estrellas, so far,so close. Out of sight, out of
We never get old,we just gain perspective.
The lights are there,
we just don’t see them.
We miss it, all.