We walked long hours following sacred stars
and watched for signs of certain darkened stars.
The moon rose thin and razor-like, slicing
a course across the meridian stars.
You traced the secret constellation lines
on my homemade maps of fallen stars.
I followed the moon’s trek across the void
and through the gaseous graves of ruined stars.
You talked about explosions bursting with
a thousand evolutions born in stars.
The atoms in our fingertips trembled
as we pondered our origins in stars.
Our hands met as our thoughts lingered on strange
dim memories of long forgotten stars.
I looked into your eyes—saw new worlds and
the echoes of eternity in stars.