Sprinklers

Dew-ladened grass is my mattress tonight
As I gaze in awe at shimmering stars
thinking of you and wondering
if you are thinking of me.

In the constellations above
I picture you and I dancing,
Waltzing from star to star
and arriving at Ara, The Altar.

My moonlight basking is interrupted
as sprinklers spring to life and
in a fleeting moment I think of you,
before my starry night has come to pass.