Windows I've Never Seen

Did you just look out your window?
I can't say that I've ever had spontaneous thoughts of stars.
But you would.
You would not just glance in passing as you got up.
Or as you went to bed.
Nor would you see and not wonder.
You would have the dark, brilliant impulse.
And you would follow with true, beautiful thoughts.
Those pinpricks stabbing your finger would be love.
You find in those what everyone wants to find everywhere.
And you bring it here.
Lightyears of wisdom transpire in a single moment of appreciation.
You burn bright.

I can't say I've ever had spontaneous thoughts of stars.