Poem: All About The Stars

It’s all about the stars,

That starry dark sky.

It's all about the stars,

As novas cry, the nebulae die.

It's all about them,

When they glint starlight.

And then it’s about them,

That aesthetic night flight.

Those stars steer me through the lonely space,

Those which lend in wailing phase.

Those stars that hold until death does apart.

For those stars, I do cross my heart.

Those stars that illuminate the very black with shine

Those stars which create that heaven which is mine.

For these are the stars, I shall carry to my shrine.

Do keep those stars which shine ever so bright,

For if it weren’t for those,

What good is the light?

What good is the night?