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It comforts me at night when I'm away
To know you're looking up at the same sky
And that the stars that faintly touch my eye
Are shining down on you as bright as day.
I like to feel that if I could convey
My thoughts to them, then they could turn and sigh
Them back into your ears, so that when I
Stare up and long for you, you'd know. But they
Are deaf. And so I sit and write
Keeping the starlight in my heart and pen
So it will shine to you across the screen
In every word pinned down in black and white
And when you look up to the stars again
You'll think of me, and what I'd have them mean.

Inside Out

As the cold again assaults the land
We huddle closer, desperate to get warm.
Yet I desire you as close at hand
As this in summer, when the fatal form
Of burning sunlight coats the world in bright.
The seasons change, and change, but this remains:
From heat to chill, from blooming green to white,
I want to be by you. Our love ingrains
And teaches us in being loved to love
So that each touch, each glance produces more
Whether the winter sky whistles above
Or summer thunderstorms begin to pour
Still we shall cling together close and say
Our love is warm, whatever is the day.