Under a blanket of pitch black
studded by the yellow, the white, the blue
I have caught myself staring
With gleamy eyes into nothingness
Losing myself in the lone star among constellations
In the beauty of its solitude
The stories it dwells in
The pictures it lives by
The dreams its consumed by.

I stare at it often
And in hopeful dismay
Of your existence
 In some world out there
You caught by the same solitary star
I hope to myself,
that you will  think of me
As i do of you
As I do of us
That these distances,
These painful longings
We will traverse in our  thoughts!
At least in thoughts.