Who Knew (8)
at night the starts would film us all
and leave us wanting more.
But I have no need for their noirish imaginings.
All I want are your dreams and memories,
to have and to hold from this day forth.
the shooting stars in your black hair
in bright formation
are flocking where
so straight so soon?
Combing the night sky, that’s where,
to form circles around the moon