the same stars

the stars,
the same stars you watched
as a kid
lying on
a picnic table
in the back yard
are there tonight,
unchanged,
as you are
deep within the well
of you.
only the outside
has aged,
the sun and wind,
having its way.
within is the same boy
of hope
and joy,
the child who waits
for love
to happen,
and knows it will.