Are you going to come with me?
Sit with me underneath a sea of speckled sky.
The ground below reaches out with peaks of white
To touch the prideful sky, the earth does extend its hands.
Extend your arms to me.
I don’t want you to have to change
I like you as you have come
To me
Come now to me
And let us talk of constellations
In ignorance
Name the ship over there, I say to you
You have named her “Bonnie”?, our secret constellation
Let us talk more of our dreams
That in the time to come will be no longer
When dreams come true they are no longer dreams,
I say to you, and you respond to me with
“well when that day comes, we will dream some more!”
