Someone has seen me

When I thought I was alone,

And my eyes were dreaming.

I beheld the stars

Without the mystery,

And yet, without taking even one nebula,

Where the stars are born,

For granted.

I wasn't in my room,

But outside my galaxy,

And someone else was there

Flying around.

And he said he saw me.

He said he knew.

And I know it's true,

Because I was there.

That is where I go.

But I didn't think someone 

So voyeuristically inclined 

Would take the time,

As I do,

To peep into other peoples' galaxies,

And care to stare at them

The whole night through,

But then again, I do that, too.

-jenn