The Stars

Do you also look up
at the stars, dear friend,
and wonder?

—–

What can we do
but live
and make what short time
we have
lasting and bright.

—–

Maybe the stars look down on us
and wonder, too.

Poem by Jessica Grace Sparks

somewhere between

Somewhere between
good morning and goodnight,
I found you.

And somehow,
even though you had
a future already imagined,
you wanted to create one with me.

I think we must have looked
at the night sky,
and seen the same stars.

Poem by Jessica Grace Sparks