it’s the starlight 

even somewhat hidden in the fog

it’s the Beatles song

the umbrella in the corner 

the map of a forgotten city

it’s the afternoon cup of tea 

with warm comfort of citrus 

the canvas bag of books

the mystery bookmarked for later 

it’s the memory of holding hands 

while driving with the world passing by

the evening peepers

the lyrics to an old standard

it’s a big old moon

larger than life

enduring longer than any dream