Tiny Eyes

Countless stars are in the sky but
the brightest is you.

Everyone can see you up there shining
spreading shimmers of warmth
and unexplainable comfort
by just being there
dazzling beautifully.

I’m jealous of astronomers
and those who bring telescopes
for they can see your face
whenever you are happy
angry or sad, in love
or frightened.

If you ever wonder about
these tiny eyes of mine
staring at your yellow light
find me somewhere in the branches
of trees that I climb every night.

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