Dusty Cousins

My tiny tent sits silent beneath

a speckled sky above



And though you are not here or near

our stories are entwined



Joined by common eyes that glint at us

In cathedrals of a milky way



In the tufty reeds of our hilly hillsides

We have gazed at these shimmering, little lights

Little lights that are not our own



These winking eyes that came before us

sharing a wave of their light.



While we wish on them,

they wish on us,

These Dusty Space Cousins,



Whose twinkles look on with envy

at how bright we shine,

with our funny little legs,

and our funny little ears



They shine bright to remind us,

We are made of stardust too