CONSTELLATIONS

The light was leavingIn the west it was blueThe children's laughter sangAnd skipping just like the stones they threwTheir voices echoed across the wayIts getting lateIt was just another nightWith a sunsetAnd a moonrise not so far behindTo give us just enough lightTo lay down underneath the starsListen to papas translationsOf the stories across the skyWe drew our own constellationsThe west winds often last too longThe wind may calm downNothing ever feels the sameSheltered under the Kamani treeWaiting for the passing rainClouds keep moving to uncover the sceneStars above us chasing the day awayTo find the stories that we sometimes needListen close enoughAll else fadesFades awayIt was just another nightWith a sunsetAnd a moonrise not so far behindTo give us just enough lightTo lay down underneath the starsListen to all the translationsOf the stories across the skyWe drew our own constellations

Jack Johnson