Haiku

Wherever you are

We see the same stars and moon

And I'm not alone

Stars

My eyes rise to the skies

And the stars wink at me,

As if to let me know

That they see me too.

I try to count -

Eight billion? Nine?

A trillion? Ten?

Each time I blink, I lose count.

I feel so small,

Like a toddler in a field

Of long, tall grass.

I am miniscule.

A sadness constricts my heart

As I realise, with dread,

That the beauty I see,

The stars, are already dead.