Another poem inspired by Outback travel. There are no city lights to blind the skies or thoughts.
The skies in my eyes
remind me of you
and him, him and us.
Stars bloom and sun dies
and I think far too
much of you and us.
Silvered satellites
fly silently like you -
sky in my head. Us.
The Milky Way spills
across Jupiter,
Mars, the Southern Cross
and I think enough
to know…
