The Spectator

I saw her one night
Staring at the stars
I went to her in wonder
But did not dare ask

She said the stars were pretty
And she wished to watch them forever
I told her it was impossible
Unless she was up there

She didn't talk anymore
And I had to leave
So I left her to think

I came back a few nights after
But she was not there

So I came back on the next
And on the next
But she never came

Then I looked at the stars

And found her at last.

curiouzkatt: inspired by and dedicated to Kuya Randy, a colleague who told me about astronomers ans astronauts and that I should try to be an astronaut one time. One should learn to stop just being a spectator to the stars and should become a part of it to really be.