The Astronomer

I looked into the night
And thought I saw ,
Amid the convolutions of the stars
The features of a face.
But it was so far and slowly changed
Until I concluded
It to be an anomaly in space.

But next day those same features
Took form in the winter limbs of trees
Above the creek.
Then it was all quite clear.
In stars or trees or clouds too
On bright days,
It is always you I seek.