To tell you about the stars

I wish I could tell you about the stars.

We'd do like this: we'd sneak outside at night, alone, quietly so no one would listen to our steps down the stairs. We'd walk. Walk and walk, until we would find a place far away from any light other than the moon's, the stars' and the glow of our eyes when we stare at each other. It could be something like that forgotten place of my memories: the top of a rocky cliff by the sea, the waves crashing down in the abyss. We'd lay on the hardened ground and feel every little stone in our back, and stare at the sky above us. Or it could be further inland, near some forest, and instead of the echo of the waves crashing on the rocks, we'd listen to the wind blowing in the trees ad we'd lay in the wild grass. Have you ever heard the wind whispering at a pine tree? It's eerie and fascinating. We'd listen to it as we'd lay together on the grass. No matter where: we'd simply lay down together, the sky above, and I'd tell you about the stars. The stars that are close to us, and yet so distant. The ones that are really distant, so distant that probably no man will ever reach them. The ones that are young - young by the universe's standards - and the ones that our grand-grandchildren might see going nova in the sky. I'd tell you that some of those points of light we see glowing above might not be there as we lay down together, that they might be so distant in time and in space that what we see is not their present glow, but the glow of ages past, still travelling through the void after the fall of its source. I'd tell you about the constellations in the sky, the drawings of old that have guided generations after generations. I'd tell you about their stories, about the way Perseus saved Andromeda and gave her a place in the sky next to her mother, Cassiopeia. I'd tell you about the twins Castor and Pollux, about the hunter Orion. And we'd lose ourselves among the stars, among the legends of old painted with light upon the night sky. And we'd be together, together like never before, as we'd lay down you'd listen to me telling you about the stars.