I We sit, in love and gazing at the stars That fill the violet evening sky with sparks. What flies up there, besides our thoughts, or larks That sing life’s glory or its scars? Is there a being on a quest from Mars, And launching out in meteoric arcs? What answers would he seek when he embarks Across the void between his world and ours? We love each other, sitting two as one, And mostly, life is full with soothing sun, You hold me as we face the starry sky, To contemplate what comes and goes; and why. But sometimes,…