We sit staring at the stars. For hours. Four hours. I don’t really know. Time seems so fast. And slow. I don’t really know. Where we go. When we hold hands. Lay in the grass. Feel the energy pass. Through our fingertips, then our hearts. Enough heartbeats for people. Four people. I don’t really know. She said she always wanted a baby. Shit, I thought I was her baby. Oh, that kind of baby. I thought she wasn’t ready. I wasn’t listening. Too busy dreaming. The universe is singing. Cooking me up a dream. A dancing child. A moon child, for me, for you.