I usually go outside just before bedand spend a few minutes looking at the night skyI sometimes raise my arms up to the sky  and hope the neighbors aren't looking ; ]  there is a cosmic mystery teasing my emotionsIt makes me wonder the unknown A blissful confusion  it fills my mind with wonderI am made of star stuff I have taken my grandson out at night to look for shooting stars we spread out a blanket andly on the warm concrete and just quietly searce the heavens  And he puts his head on my chest and asks me questions so profoundthat I sometimes cry. My heart is filled with a joy beyond measure