I had forgotten how much I love the midnight sky
Laying here in the dewy grass
Staring up at something so much larger than I
One cannot help but to feel at peace

Troubles melt away as stars prick into existance
Dotting the deep blue sky with patterns and shapes indiscriminate
They whisper secrets, hopes, and dreams to the empty space
Who listens quietly without comment

And I too listen to these whispered aspirations
Their star-speak dances into my ears to a slow, soothing tempo
In light tinkles and deep throated gongs they tell me of all they've heard and seen
I smile to myself, unable to comprehend their musical speech

The stars don't really mind my incompetence
They are just glad that there is someone willing to listen
And I am glad to be able to hear these faint tinklings

I feel so small compared to this vast universe