Look up
At the quilt of blackness
Which engulfs us
Thousands of glowing eyes watching
Reminding us how small and fragile
We are.

I sit here listening to the trees
Share their secrets
singing you to sleep
As I wonder if you’re dreaming of sunsets or the sea.

The road has been long
And the hike up hill.
We have wandered all day and far into the night.
You are worn and dirtied.
Yet still glowing.
My heart is full but not heavy.

l.s.