stars

The little dots of rain on my window look like shiny bright stars.
And sometimes i wonder, just where you are.
you look beyond the stars, and what do you see?
Nothing more than what you could be.
If i watch long enough, i hope to see a change
but this distance between us is too large of a range.
When i wake, at the crack of dawn,
I will look at my window, and my stars will be gone.
But i wont worry, I'll go on with my day,
Because i know, my stars, are never too far away.