I stand barefoot on the bridge
And look at the tiny sparkling star
That has stories of a billion years to tell.
Night fell a few hours ago.
The moonless sky is dotted with stars.
My thoughts have disappeared tonight-
They have ceased to be my companions.
The little red star is keeping me company-
Telling me its own stories of hopes and despairs.
My home is away from me
By eight thousand miles—
The sky back home is dotted with morning larks—
That are leaving their nests.
I have been exiled from everything—
And here I stand, on this ancient bridge,
Talking to the reddest star I can see,
Waiting for the moon to dance to the sky.
But it never shows up.