Stars,
I moved around a lot, attended many schools in several different States.
My security blanket hung in the sky: The big dipper in Ursa Major.
No matter where I moved to, no matter how hard it was to get acquainted with a new batch of friends, I could look up in the sky and see my old friend there.
Our relationship started on a warm balmy night near Sacramento. Walking home from having helped my third grade girlfriend babysit her neighbor's kids, I looked up and saw it, that cup and handle that began to look over me wherever I went.
It tied everything together for me, still does, in fact. When I look up at it, I know people all over the world are seeing it too.
Soldiers from foxholes, persons starving in the Sudan, captains of industry from sailing yachts in the caribbean, garbage men on their runs before the sun is up, politicians on late night flights to be there for another speech, another fundraiser, lovers, especially lovers...dreamers all!
Which brings me back to that balmy night near Sacramento, when I was too young to be a lover, but old enough to love.
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