Billions of stars in the sky
& yet im still focused on the ones in your eyes

Gleaming so bright like the constellations
on a good night

The depth of which you see things is hard to find;
It makes me wonder about the galaxy which inhabits your mind

Am I even a tiny star in that grouping of light?
Or do I amount to nothing, is the picture of me as dark as night?

I wonder these things before I fall asleep
I think of your starry eyes & I let myself dream.