As the water freezes and the New
Year falls past and dim,
the home you’ve never seen is old and you
are warmer there within.
You light the stars
and rid us of our scars.
The wait ensues
as we prepare the world for you.
We see you from the sound and check the signs.
It never is enough.
We wonder who you are all of the time.
But truly you are us.
You’ll love the stars:
so bright and flung so far.
The night’s for you.
And, yes, the day is, too.
You are the stars...
