Nusha
We look into the starry sky,
from the face of a pale blue,
and witness there a million eyes,
sparkling in lovely hue.

we wish that you could be here, now,
to help us understand,
their many names, and wispy laces,
their sweetness - and empty spaces.

but perhaps what we wish most of all,
is another long and quiet night,
to talk, to laugh, to feel small,
beneath their silver light.

to count them each,
til' twilight comes,
one, by one, by two.
to spend just one more hour,
lying there,
with you