They say look up, 

to see the stars. 

I think they’re wrong. 

We are made of star stuff, 

Aeons have passed, and will pass. 

Stars burst into life, 

Exploding onto the scene from gases with a spark

that gives way to light. 

They die in throws of passion with the empty space around them, 

giving all. 

Throwing out all they are in violent throws…

Those atoms coalesce again, 

and make you

and me

and the little lady down the road who side eyes us as we walk by.

Talking too loud, 

or not loud enough, 

laughing at all that tickles the fancy, 

or crying with sorrows that threaten to drown us together

or not at all. 

They say look up, 

Look up to see the stars, 

to see the sights, 

the arms of the galaxy that harbors our lives. 

I think they’re wrong. 

All I’ve ever known about the universe, 

is in your eyes. 

In the galaxies of mystery 

that guard the way to your soul. 

In the way the tempest

of your life

reflects in the galaxies of your eyes. 

They say look up, 

and I look at you while you search the stars above, 

to see the secrets of the Universe you’ve hidden in your eyes

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