Starry Night

I look above my head
and see the starry night
you always loved to feel
the crisp, early fall night,
with one eye open
watching the meaning of
you and me
becoming more synchronized
with time,
as we weave bit and pieces
of our lives
in a tapestry made with love.
Painted with cerulean
summer night songs
into indigo autumn embraces
as we try to smile the minutes
of time away
afraid each day
may be the last
as we dance in the street
to the music in our hearts.