Looking up, at the stars.
On those late night's.
Where my early mornings, bring me longings.
For those late nights, holding you by side.
The sound of your voice ,echoing across the open space.
Where my longing turns to belonging.
Free of the past .Free in the present .
Free to have a future.
No longer held back .
Free to be.
For near or far the stars remain.
Under the stars we shall remain.
Just as the sun comes up to shine and the stars take a rest.
Your beauty remains even in absence.
So as the mornings ,bring me longings of those late nights .
I shall remember ,"The beauty of the stars is that although they are far away they can still be felt"
