Constellations

the things that you do,

the way that you do them,

like a million bright lights,

beset by a brazen dark night,

a wonderful summation,

my very own constellation.

Warm Inside

I feel warm inside,

I smile and I smile again,

I feel like am beside,

My self with joy.

I feel warm inside,

Like someone just lit a fire,

And now the cold’s outside.

I feel warm inside,

As if the sun just rose ‘pon me,

After night and dawn collide.

I feel warm inside,

As I travel west-ward,

I decide,

To ask,

Will you go with me west?

Will you hold my hand?

Will you write my name in your heart?

And be my very own constellation?

{The Child, 2006}