cars will one day reside in the museums of hate

I tentatively laid my head beside you
we gazed up at the bright stars
and talked of lonely astronomers
on their silent hills
searching for the secrets
of the universe unlocked
I know they exist in the tails
of those flaming comets
in your face, your eyes, your hands

I wanted to hold you
just hold you close in the candle light
while the crickets serenaded us
from the banks of the shimmering river
but it was not our time
i liked listening to you talk
blending with the river
smooth and rough

I cherish these moments
knowing they will carry me away
thinking beyond to where the present
becomes a memory (I whisper your name)