With The Constellations Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Burning throughout its own echoes,
The suburbia enjoys the laziness of crepuscule,
And its green yards go to sleep:
Its flags and housewives go to sleep,
While above all of the abandoned forts
And baseball diamonds,
The airplanes leap through the sky with the perpetuity
Of inspired lovers:
And I swear that I have seen you hear,
Through the blue lights of the hibernating churches-
When the hummingbirds no longer molest the roses,
And the children surcease from the playgrounds-
Then my eyes awaken to the other world
That perfumes the graveyards and the lakes,
And I hold my eyes up to your beauty
And your candle light burns with the constellations.