An ode to the stars, a ballad for the lamplights of ebony folds of the night.

Lining up, across the sphere of darkness, linking arms and making merry.

One feels extraordinarily content, when bathed by starlight,

Waltzing across the night, not unlike a moonlit faery.

An ode to stars, and all the silver images they etch into the expanse of nighttide.

The water bearer and the hunter, the maiden and her lover.

Grasping at the crescent’s shine, tumbling in her drapery, mimicking her stride.

Secrets of the night, whispered like bell chimes amongst the faintest of twinkles, lest the sun arrive too early, and their gossip be discovered.

An ode to stars, and their amorousness for humanity,

Caressing all humans equally, guiding them when ebony eclipses joy.

Cradling us like pearls, lending us their sheen, luring the darkness within us to sanity.

The way they shine brighter every time their humane lovers fall short of reaching them, simply playing coy.

An ode to stars, and all that is lovely,

All that makes one smile when the world refuses to turn.

The sun light’s pirouette shielding their slumber, tucked into the night, quite cozy,

I know all this, yet, there are still many starry secrets in the velvet fabric of yesternight for me to discern.