We marvelled at the sky	
on those speckled autumn nights
when crickets scratched	
their serrated songs
from the shadows of deep ravines;
talked of how the ancients
were blessed by the gods,
who birthed old legends
by cutting  them up	
into shiny little pieces of light.
On our long walks home
we gazed at their glory,
the unscrolled sky
a mythology of stars.