On a cold November night

            we watch the stars

together, your little hand

            in mine,

Watch stars of shining

            spray in an endless sea,

Watch darkness pin-pricked

            with silver light,

Watch glitter sprinkled from

            a velvet sky –

A thousand petals,

falling, from an ancient tree

Ask I ask you,

            what are you thinking?

And you answer,

            I’m thinking that there’s

Someone up there and

            He’s looking back …

                        especially at me.