I can’t see the stars… and that hurts more than anything else.
Here it is midnight, and I can’t tell whether the sun just set
or it’s about to rise, even though I am hours away from either one… there is
a constant haze on all horizons. Everywhere,
there is a dim light… the city’s night light.
I can’t sleept, and I think it’s because the night lite is keeping me
from seeing the stars. I don’t
think it’s the heat… I think its because the Big Dipper has poured itself
right out of the sky.
So I close my eyes, and try to remember what the night sky is supposed to
look like… and the world fades away.
And I can see it all… every little twinkle of starlight.
Here I am standing in that field again, outside of the only house that
has ever felt like home to me, looking up at the diamond glitter of the stars.
I am relaxed, so happy I could yell for joy.
The picture is so perfect… I can even smell the grass that I am
standing on, I must really be there.
So I open my eyes, an realize that I’m still stuck where the stars have all fallen. A tear slips from my eye… and catches the light from a streetlight… flashing like a falling star…