Blue, black, dotted with stars;
That, that is, is neither mine nor yours.
Some arranged and aligned so we would meet,
Knowing one day we would find what we seek.
We know where it began but not how it will end,
But know that is was joy; time well spent.
Cloaked and hidden does the sly test deceive,
Slipping doubt and concern into what we believe.
Run if you must, but not too fast,
I will keep up just enough to outrun the past.
There won’t be an end even if we should part,
The universe is forever and I’ve a bit of faith in the stars.