typing

we are
wide awake
with nothing between us
but two panes of glass and
the vast night sky which
i am led to believe
is immaterial, with
no other purpose than to
send thoughts through space
from there
to here and there to here
and there and back again
but not without those tiny vibrations
that makes stars twinkle
and wrinkles my eyes into
a smile
a mile from where you might
be smiling too.