Twinkle

Faint red lights in the sky

Twinkling while I gaze

Into the openness and the quiet

Of a clear summer night in the wild

Oh it’s chilly now but,

I wonder what all will freeze

When the sun’s not around as oft

And the clouds start icing the breeze

Will I still hear the stream roar faintly in my sleep

Or will I simply yearn for the smell of burning wood in my fireplace

To warm my feet in the frost filled night

Though now there’s no frost, no frozen stream

Just a mild chill tickling my sleep

I wonder if it’s the chill I feel,

If it’s my heart feeling the cold or my feet indeed,

Sometimes I wake up wishing I wore socks,

And sometimes I wake wishing I had your locks

To smell at night in my sleep

And maybe I wouldn’t feel the chills on my feet

And we could both look into the void

And admire the faint red lights in the sky