He is always there for her, yet she cries a sad call.

For he rises her emotions but always lets them fall.

Most days he's with her, skinny and tall,

But sometimes he'll skip being there at all.

Then he collects himself to put on his best,

He lets himself shine and sticks out his chest.

She lights up a bit brighter, sadness gone from her soul,

But he will always fade away, to watch her slip out of control.

From looking down, you look up to see,
The sky is full of billions of stars,
Some are faint,
Some are bright.

Then there are those that twinkle and shine,
Ones that turn your head, that make you gasp for air,
You look through your telescope,
You gaze, to find something more than a star.

An unknown universe,
Spectacular, magnificent, just brilliant,
Planets of green, comets of golden fire,
A nebula of neon, a sun of warmth.

And you wonder, if in that same universe,
Through a telescope, they look at you,
Wondering if you will come far,
To dash, to fly to their twinkling star.