The crude light of day winds down

To reveal the twinkles beneath the veil

The crunchy day-old snow

Pads the grass below our feet

I stare alone at the expanse

in unison with other longing creatures

Light from the stars

Pin me to the ground, my old commitments, my future failures

Is my capacity limited

To only give this grazing pet the world?

I let the gentle scene

Fuel me as it had decades before

My gazing partner joined the aerial spectators since then

And she has high hopes for me

I let the burdening history

Inspire my plans of manifestation

These chains must hold some secret to the happiness they inspire