When you gaze upon the stars,

what is it that you see?

Points of light and constellations,

or worlds of mystery.

Those points are like our sun;

large, brilliant, bright.

Already gone or newly formed,

ancient when they reach our sight.

Some are close by,

some are far away.

They are witness to all,

even that which we cannot say.

The next dawn begins with them,

and their fall marks the end.

They experience what we cannot know,

and fade before they mend.

 

I stand beneath our star,

listen to the stories that it tells.

Listen tell I can’t no longer,

and on my own time it fell.

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Disclaimer: I do not own the imagery used in this blog post and have no artistic claim to it.

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