Freewheeling Night

I went outside to see the stars
and they were succulent and bright
twinkling in their deep blue casing,
amongst luminous clouds of white

The night was holding me too
in its milky constellation
And in its seamless, soft embrace
I whispered my admiration

Set loose to be wholly close and far
as I stand on this balcony, alone
but not lonely on distant galaxies,
or this graceful place of home

And on this solitary night,
when I have no one to hold me near,
the stars are my campa┼łeros
the clouds my balladeers.

July 13th, 2005.