There’s something about

Laying on the ground

Gazing at the stars

Which brings me back

To when I was no taller

Than a lavender bush.

I never could figure

The constellations,

So I made them up myself,

Finding snakes winding

Their way around horses

And dragons flying

Across the sky.

The parking lot lights far

Away drown out too much

Darkness to know what

Lies in between the stars;

Still, I find myself wondering

What would fill those spaces

If I could see them.