The ******* the hill
Sitting quietly under the stars as they sing
The night sky is as dark
As a raven’s wing

The girl beams,
Her smile as brilliant as a comet’s tail,
I call to her,
But to no avail

So I go, silent as an owl, instead
Sitting with the ******* the hill
The moon looms overhead
And the night is still

She gazes at the sky, as sweet as a dove
“Look about you” is her gentle command
As she sweeps the starlit sky
With a wave of her hand

The girl laughs and speaks
Of the stars over yonder
Her voice as mellifluous as song
Lulling my senses as I wonder

Is Earth an only child?
What’s beyond the sky?
Is there life out in that world
Where the stars lie?

As the girl finishes her yarn,
We reflect on our simple dreams
She rises as slowly as the tide
The girl is wiser than she seems

I stare at the sky,
Answering the stars’ beckoning call
I smile like a child and say,
“Earth sure is small.”