It's finals time, which means spurts of creativity in lieu of studying

The next few posts are a couple of poems that came to me during my last semester:
I don't usually write poems and share them, but lately song-lyric writing (in which rhyme and meter is just as or possibly more important than theme and meaning) has made poetry writing seem so free and so easy and so attractive...

The Sunset: Alone On Camel's Back

The universe slips into my mouth
clouds collect in my eyes
I gasp the sounds of these sprinkling and sweeping lights
that skitter, glittering across the horizon
and bump against the crickets
and the laughing Mexican boys

And now
how the sun lit up the grass so dully and goldenly
is a distant yellowing memory
as the first star appears directly over head
and the boys go quiet
and the highway noise lies dim and still

and a still more distant day --
when you and I
contemplated each others features
lit up purple and orange in the sunset
with reverent fingertips --
wraps around me with the warmth of a welcome arm
but fades away in the chill of twilight

is it right to feel so lonely?
I am the universe
the crickets and the stars keep me warm.