The moon shines a cool blue tonight as we entwine our fingers, laying on the baseball field beneath diamond heavens. We lie in silence, in the moments when the Universe reveals itself, and contemplate the distances between one celestial body to another, the space between us growing as I turn south to find Orion while you seek Cassiopeia in the north.
Shooting stars cross the sky, and we wish separately on dead stars and dead dreams, lights already grown red and extinguished as we whisper in the dark, passing between phases.