Our Own Constellations

Where are you tonight, girl with the shining blue eyes and husky voice? I don’t know your name. But the look on your face the last time I saw you is enough for now.
If we were together, I’d show you the stars and try to make you laugh. You would surprise me by naming each of the constellations.
Maybe, if I dare dream it, we could point out our own constellations. Imaginary lines would become real to us and form pictures only we would remember.
Under the stars – our stars – with you. That’s where I want to be.