Looking At Stars

We lie on the ground and look up at the stars
They sparkle and shine
Bright as sugar sprinkled on cinnamon buns
Good enough to eat she squeals
I imagine if we swallow them our hearts will glow
It is quite a nice idea
A distant dream
We glide through days like hands through water
Time passes
The wind picks up
We measure time through light and dark
Perhaps we like the morning better
When it is crisp and blue
But then the night wraps us up in glorious dark
And we sleep under the magic of a thousand faraway places
We like that too
Sleeping is peaceful and we breathe slowly
No more chasing Rabbit
No more broken tea cups with Hatter
No more visions from the Red Queen
We just disappear simply into ourselves
Like a star imploding never to glow again
Let's pick a star and call it a name
She giggles full of sugar and shine
Everything good needs a name
We crunch the sugar and think
No word quite measures up to the task
The sky grows darker and the stars fade
We close our eyes
The sparkle drifting through our thoughts
Tomorrow will bring a different sky to marvel under
A million stars to name.