I read the stars at night.

Are they more rational than tea leaves?

I used to have questions

And wishes.

I used to have so many things to say.

The stars would never interrupt me,

But I never seem to want

To tell them anything.

My horoscope said not to admire 

Anyone who was not happy.

So I look up to the stars,

And sightread their happy melodies.

-jenn