Beneath the stars of winter night

beneath the vast galactic firmanent of the universal spirals

Beneath the turning planets twinkling like forever

sending lights illumination from the days before

we ourselves were possible.

When Drake beat his drum on the Plymouth shore

When Nelson blew holes in frigates at Trafalger

When half of Europe had black death and disease

When America was indigenous

and the stars before sent light from the times of the dinosaurs

and before

before we ever existed.

Beneath the winter stars

How many times have the words

I love you

Swirled into the nothings

of the universe

We whisper our dreams to.