looking at stars

Taking a leave of my senses
has the most wonderful of consequences,

Sense of Time, never a high priority,
fails first, as usual.
Thinking of the One Love is another sense
giving this reality the distinction of being mine.

What else is there?

Would I ever dare to do what my heart desires,
or simply let it slip.

I guess we'll see from letter to letter,
how the world shoves us closer together
and further apart on every revolution.

I can hardly think of anyone else
I would rather share the pinhole to watch the eclipse with.

Smallest of the opportunities, just like the smallest of the pinholes,
may be the only way to see the grandest of stars.

(entered 1/9/2006)