They found a place

on a hill and laid a blanket down.

They lay there side by side,

hands touching and eyes searching the sky above.

"Do you ever wonder

where the stars came from?"

She asked him.

"We know where they came from."

"It's science." He said.

"No, if there wasn't a scientific

reason, where would you

think they came from?"

He sighed and turned

back to the sky.

They lay in silence,

looking for answers.

He broke it first.

"The stars are

ancestors watching us

and making sure we don't get lost."

She nodded, "I like that."

A light streaked across

the black canvas in front of them

pierced only by the stars.

"What about shooting stars?"

He smiled, " Shooting stars

are signs that they send

when we refuse to listen."

She laughed and he

asked her the same question.

"I think they are guides."

They turned to each other.

"What do you mean?"

"I think we go looking for

answers in places and sometimes

we forget to look up."

He nodded and they

turned their attention

back to the glittering world above.

Each searching for their own answers.

The stars looked down at

the young couple.

Each with their own opinion

and each right in their own way.

The stars don't know what they are,

they don't care what they are.

The stars just are,

each one is different and beautiful.

Everyone has an idea

of what they stars are.

A compass, a guiding force,

flaming spheres and explosions.

The white hot things in the sky

glitter without wondering if

they are seen or not.

Why shouldn't you do the same?