Been thinking about the UFO I saw last night.

I sat in my car tonight parked in the dark on my brother's farm away from any lights other than the stars and lightning bugs.

Laid the seat way back. Rolled the window down and stared at the sky. A sky like Silver Glitter tossed on Black Velvet.

I wondered if there was a star out there for me. One to call my own. There ought to be enough for everyone. Everyone should have one.

I'd like there to be a small planet around this star, a planet that needed love. This planet would have so much to give, it would want someone like me to be there walking along its shores, picking up its rocks and eating the fruits that grew.

Maybe when we die we're each called to our own stars and planets taking with us what we should have learned in this life to survive.