We catch the stars like fireflies
caught in jars of our mind,
flickering against glass
and the tiny points of lights
left as a memory
to remind us of something we knew,
that we had tried to capture
often best zipping across the landscape
of the night sky so high.
We watch in awe as days pass us by
feeling so small in the depths of it all
and the moon lingers come dawn
hanging on long enough to touch the rays of sun
and we look away for a moment
returning to find it now gone
sitting on hillsides in our memories
the peace of the darkness lulls us forward
to dream once more of days of tomorrow
and new years to wait on
as the clock winds perpetually on
in our cosmic mind swirl of bliss
we settle in and become one
with this moment
and eager still for the next to come.