the stars at night

we want to romanticize
the sky
at night.

talk about the chandelier
of stars.

the velvet blackness,
the mystery of it all.
we want

our world to have poetry
in it.

we want the fantasy of
love, the wonder

of childhood, so we stare
longingly

at the cold empty sky, with
no air,
no life,
and pretend that all

can be well, if we try.