circa

I met you
Through some avenue
In a trip around the sun
That always seems to shine on time

On a whim
Supernaturally
Light of my nine lives
For what purpose is certain

Like a Lover

I always step outside, in the daylight and in the dark, and see whether I see stars, and ask whether they see me, and, notwithstanding the clouds or the position of the sun, I do beseech them, tell me: Do you see him, is he outside seeing you, asking and beseeching too, and is he looking this way…my way?