The stars were down low this morning, wrapping around my path, with their wishy promises. I envy them. Every one of them, even though I could never see every one of them. People either seek out their dreams through them or don't see them at all and the stars are fine with that. When they are down low in the mornings, I feel as though I should take my shoes off and dance upon their burning points until I wind myself up to where it doesn't matter. If I could watch from up there I could see everyone I love at once. I could know what people think when their hearts are not hidden. People don't hide from the stars. Frost, is that where you are?
Night, night Frost
Mama loves you