Trolleys Full Of Stars

Our chest is filled with hatpins and knitting needles.
We know how to love but have to stop for now.
Someone’s mind has changed out of the deep blue.
For too long we have been lost in fascinating decay.
The full moon chimes out across the night skies.
Armed with a sextant and celestial map we roam,
in between galaxies, bin bags and trolleys full of stars.
We join the dots and create our own constellations.
Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight, is you.