Stargazing Poem by Kevin Eaglesfield

Shooting stars came by at three,
But we were on the hill.
Something scarce to see together
And marvel at,
Not caring for the why, deaf to theories,
Just ready for the beauty and the magic
And sharing the wonder.
We watched for a while, whispering,
Sure some colours were new,
Seldom blinking, so greedy were our eyes.
Two stars appeared together,
Side by side and vivid gold,
But as they flew across the sky,
They turned and twined
And playfully merged,
Dancing and sweeping,
Brightest through the rest,
Laced together in graceful symmetry,
Landing gloriously on our outstretched palms.
Tickling our hearts
In silent awesome approval.