Stars

Stars (Written on December 11th, 2011)

Like props hanging on the stage,

With a painted sky of night,

Like the fur of a raven, dark and serene,

Gliding through the lunar skies with determination,

Determination painted on its soft eyes.

Without the wires they meditate in the air,

Levitating like a magic carpet from the Arabian Nights.

Stars, like Heaven’s nightlights,

Bathing us in the dreams of the Milky Way,

Guiding us to the bosom of Morning’s loving shine.

Twinkling eyes of children pasted to the canvas.

Golden like Excalibur, the sword of King Arthur.

Bright like the eyes of a puppy or kitten

That had first opened its eyes.

They softly pulse in the horizon,

Jellyfish floating in a sea of no water.

Mysterious like the lost city of Atlantis.

But these children of the moon need not worry.

They are seen and watched over by Zeus and Athena.

Together the stars are a worldly game of Connect the Dots,

Mystifying us with the Constellations

Like Ursa Major or Minor and Orion’s Belt.

And as dawn approaches and night succumbs to day,

The stars wave goodbye with a bright smile on their faces,

And await night once more,

Where they will play in harmonic bliss.