Today I’d like to write about the stars:
Enamored in vast depths unknown
collected in a vision of hope from home
freely scattered about our sky
hold wished from things that go awry
but it’s wondrous why they seem so small
if marked diamonds in velvet at all
are anything but farther away
than even tomorrow’s end of day
and if we are a length apart
at what measure does it start
from here we see all a person knows
then past that perhaps another grows
yet for now our sky exists
in a multitude of galactic mists
our stretch of solid view
shows stars before ours is new
the container of silence hums in modesty
to which we gaze upwards to seem free
and I’d like to think that while I stay
I thank it all for night and day
