I awoke in the dark and found that I was
Taking up a vast amount of space.
My toes kept reaching for something:
A familiar shape, warmth, comfort;
But there was just a trace.

How do you feel when you look at the stars?
Do you feel alone, insignificant, small, and cold?
Do you wonder what’s out there – is there life beyond?
Or are you connecting the dots and remembering
The myths and stories you’ve been told?

For me the starry night is like a weighted blanket,
Providing shelter and holding me close.
When I look up and see the stars
I draw a line from me to them, and then to you.
It’s our private constellation, I suppose.

So when I wake at night, as I so often do,
And stretch out an arm, a foot, or just a toe
Only to find just a cool empty space,
I turn to my window to catch a glimpse of just one star
To wish upon, and then I dream about the morrow.