Over the City,
with its buzzing and glaring lights.
Something is hidden.
Over the fields of Kansas,
Is a dizzying field of pinpoint lights and mists.
The seascape of stars.
How is it that I can live,
Without that which the ancients found so crucial
To all aspects of their lives?
I love the City,
Wouldn't trade it.
But once in a while,
I need to see the stars.