This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Oxford Emory chapter.
Lying under the
unending sky of
vibrant stars
her head touches his
as they lie and look above,
in admiration.
Crickets chirp, busy cars
in a rush to get home
masked by the soothing sound
of his voice as he recollects
names and memories.
The big dipper is in the corner
and he takes her hand to
trace its shape.
Her eyes now on Cepheus
as she points out the
dazzle of patterns,
illuminated.
They lie on the
freshly sprinkled lawn
for hours
looking and talking and sharing
about the stars,
the galaxy, the universe.