September 2002
I knew you were there beside me,
But I wondered if you were there too -
Vague and inscrutable,
Like dot-to-dot art.
I wanted to shape you with my mind,
Call up a constellation of you
To ponder and philosophize late
And discern you somehow,
Find the you
Somewhere in the void between the lights.
...
And you asked me if I saw a shooting star -
I looked beside me and your eyes were enough.
I thought, if I could wish to those
And connect the light to light of mine,
We could forge our own constellation
And burn it to the sky:
We're powerful like that.
...
Maybe the gypsies were onto something
Connecting lines of hand to lines of sky:
We found us there on our palms one night,
Vague and inscrutable,
Like dot-to-dot art.
Palm-to-palm was
Something powerful like that.
