YOU!

I have sat and looked at these stars before.

But tonight something is different.

There are more, there always are  - but there is something else.

They have changed places, moved to the other side of the house – (some)- grouped together in new stories – (others).

Look.

There is the plough – have you ever seen it so strong and determined to furrow the heavens?

And when you looked away did you notice that it moved a little to one side?

There is no wind, so the explanation lies elsewhere.

Orion is significantly absent; he will not reappear until deep winter when he will stand defiantly above the van where I will sleep tonight.

Loosing consciousness to starlight, fading away to cricket song, lulled by remnants of fire.

And thoughts of you.